My story has finally begun!

I know it's been a couple of weeks since I first reported it but I can safely say that I have finally started the project of a major story through another account. No knowing yet when I will complete this project considering the length and time expansion between the events of the story. So far the only thing written is the "Prelude" but there is going to be a ton more upcoming.

For people interested, here is the link to the first installment: http://mymegastory1982.blogspot.com/

I apologize for it being a little short. It's just an introduction really. Enjoy!

For an upcoming blog I hope to complete

This is just a small section I'm writing for an upcoming blog that has not been full formed yet. No word on when it will be complete other than to say it will come out in segments. But for the time being, I will just call out the list of characters in the blog and a brief description of who they are.

LUSHA: Queen of the Alliance
GORULL: King of the Alliance
ASHRAH: Daughter of Lusha and Gorull. Key character who plays a big role
SHUNJI: Lady of Light and future Queen of the Alliance
ASARIEL: Dwarf hunter and marksman
CASSYNDRA: The Chosen, often referred to as "The Child". Later key character
FALORRAH: Gnome rogue and assassin
YUANAH: Guardian of Stormwind
MAL'FURION STORMRAGE: Guardian of Azeroth and Protector of the Great Tree
ILLIDAN STORMRAGE: Keeper of the Black Temple. Also known as The Betrayer
VOSLA: Draenei warrior converted to a Death Knight
CAVESSA: Human rogue and close friend to Valkerie
DALGAMEX: Blood-elf paladin
JEB: Gnome arcane mage and twin brother of Seb
SEB: Gnome fire mage and twin brother of Jeb
ALGEA: High priest of Stormwind
VARIEN WRYNN: Keeper of Stormwind
ANDUIN: Son of Varien Wrynn and heir to the throne of Stormwind
JAINA PROUDMORE: High priest of the Alliance
UTHER PENDRAGON: Former king of the Alliance
ARTHAS MENETHIL: Son of Uther and protector of Stormwind. Later becomes the Lich King
AUK: Blood-elf assassin and Seronin's counterpart
SERONIN: Blood-elf assassin and Auk's counterpart
EMILAS: Warlock who later is converted to a Death Knight
IBOC: Night-elf hunter and close friend to Asariel and Kirsta
JAMBU: Renegade Blood-elf rogue who befriends Valkerie
JONATHAN MARCUS: Chief guard of Stormwind
GARROSH HELLSCREAM: General of the Horde. Later on key character
KAYLEE: Blood-elf spy and assassin. Valkerie's arch-nemesis
KIL'JAEDIN: Demon Lord of the Sunwell. Creator of the original Lich King
KIRSTA: Dreanei paladin and close friend to Lusha and Gorull
LATORIA: Alliance defense Captain of Outland
LOKTU: Undead rogue and assassin
MESHLAH: Arch-druid of the Night Elves
MICAELA: Draenei supreme frost mage
MORLUG: Lieutenant of the Horde
SHEKIRA: Warrior protector of southern Northrend
SHEKINA: Warlock and sister of Shekira
TALUS: General of the Undead armies
THRALL: Warchief of the Horde
VALKERIE: Dwarf rogue, spy and assassin
A'TAL: Lady of Light in Shattrath in Outland. Also acts as Shunji's adviser later on
DEATHWING: Also know as the Destroyer and Neltharion. Later on plays a key role
LORD KAZZAK: Demon lord of the Burning Legion. Key role character

I am about 100% sure that many more names will come up but these are just some of the key role characters. And as I said before, I don't know when the story will be up and I may use another account designated specifically for the upcoming narrative. But I hope you all read and wish me luck in actually completing it in a short time frame. Until next time...

Peace

I have once again been trying to figure out what to write about. Although nothing hasn't come to mind really, I've decided to just wing it.

The air was soft and warm as the blanket of night swept over the land. Crickets begun to chirp and the sound of birdsong faded away into the night. Clouds passed along the horizon, overlapping the stars. The air began to grow thick and the sound of thunder was heard off in the distance. The wind began to pick up, sending wave after wave of gusts against the tall grass of the meadows. Sparks of lightning threw out in spiderwebs along the rim of the sky and rain began to beat down upon the trees.
  The sounds of the night died down as the battle within the skies ensued. The rain turned into a torrential downpour and the wind grew harder and faster making the raindrops seem like bullets striking their targets along the trees and the ground. Bolts of lightning struck here and there creating sonic booms across the plains of the meadow. The clouds above clashed in a furious rage, each with a devastating explosion of electricity. The thunder became ever so violent as it roared amongst the clouds.
  A giant bolt of lightning suddenly came crashing down from a gap in the clouds, striking a tree and instantly setting is ablaze. The flames along the tree sang with fury as it ate away at its' meal. The tree began to wither and crumble as if fatigued. It sank to the ground, letting the flames begin to eat the floor of the meadow. The heavy rain from above did not provide extinguishing to the tall grass below as the flames spread out in a giant circular rim as if a rock dropped into a pond.
  As the flames consumed below, the chaos above continued. The clouds hammered against each other, each with devastating explosions. The thundered bellowed across the plains and the lightning continued to send out huge sparks with its' wrath. The rain now seemed unbearable as it blanketed the whole of the meadow. The rage of the flames below grew and grew as if the entire meadow was a river of fire.
  Within the chaos above a peculiar light could be seen through a gap in the clouds. Through the midst of the rage and wrath of the terrible storm, the shine of a single star was shown. In its' radiance up above, no cloud or edge of darkness could ever touch its' purity. Though the light of the star may have been small, knowing that no evil could touch that beam of light made it shine brighter than any other star out there. The chaos below continued into an unending wrath. But the star above remained and shown its' light down upon the plains and stayed untouched and unharmed.

I hope this blog inspires readers and let them know that even through chaos and what seems like unending torment, there will always be a part of you that nothing or no one else can touch. Peace be with you all.

My Sanctuary

Okay, it has been a little while since my last blog but I wanted to try something different. Instead of writing a memoir or comical story, I've decided to go ahead and write lyrics to a song. Granted it doesn't really provide any justice with the inability to hear the music to go along with it, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

(VERSE 1)
I know I can never be enough,
But You'll always be here,
I know that my words
Are simple and shallow
But You mean everything You say and do

(VERSE 2)
I know I don't have anything to give,
To repay what You have given me,
But I know in my heart,
That You will always be here forever

And I thank you,
From the bottom of my heart,
Because


(CHORUS)
You are my Light
You are my Home
You are my Sanctuary
You are my Peace
You give me Hope
You are my Sanctuary


(VERSE 3)
You are the only one
You teach me things that I need to know
And You made me realize,
That life is not just a simple song


And I thank you
From the bottom of my heart
Because, because


(CHORUS)
You are my Light
You are my Home
You are my Sanctuary
You are my Peace
You give me Hope
You are my Sanctuary


(BRIDGE/CHORUS)
You are my Guide,
When I am lost
You are my Sanctuary
You are the heart,
That keeps me alive
You are my Sanctuary


You are the will
That makes me strong
You are my Sanctuary
You are the warmth
When I feel cold
You are my Sanctuary
My Sanctuary

My Sanctuary...

My Sanctuary...

The Nockinwan Tribe

There have been many called native tribes from all over the globe. Many of these have a very distinctive history and fascinating cultures and traditions. But today, people, we explore the vast primitive history of one of the greatest tribes ever known. Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you the Nockinwan Tribe.


Long years ago when the world was still new and humanoids began adapting to their environments, routines were established in the far off land of Hoobi'choobi. Families nestled there and began to grow. These were the primitive Nockinwan Tribe. Their figures were stout and hunched, almost gorilla-like yet clumsy. They did not possess the knowledge to build fully erected huts or buildings. Instead they used tapir droppings and with it formed a mound with a hole beneath it, which only suited one person at a time. Needless to say, many tapirs died of dysentery in order for this to happen.

The Nockinwan (or Nyucks as they called themselves) were a tribe that were unable to adapt to their environment. In fact they did not even attempt to. Having only been around for a several years, the Nockinwan were very apathetic. Their meals consisted of dirt, pebbles and occasionally part of their home. They did not understand the concept of creating fire; not even during the great storm of May 9th, 45,862 b.c. when poor Ligobop was struck by a bolt of lightning. Instead of calling the fire brigade, the entire tribe laughed as sparks shot from Ligobop's nipples. Even as he was being electrocuted Ligobop managed to produce a smile right before he dropped dead.

About a year later, the tallest of the Nockinwan, standing at 3 foot 8 inches at the shoulders, named Flooloo, looked over and saw a fellow tribesman eye-balling his manure-home. He walked out into the middle of the clearing where he challenged his neighbor Wogwog to a pebble eating contest. With both men being brought piles of pebbles, they began to scarf down the little nuggets for what seemed like hours. In the end, however, Flooloo collapsed and Wogwog was claimed the victor. Unfortunately for Wogwog, his victory was short-lived as he belched and a spray of pebbles sprung from his mouth and striking many of the tribes-people. As horrifying as it may have been, every tribes-person, including Flooloo, laughed as the pebbles ricocheted off and embedded into their neighbors. Flooloo would later sink into the soft earth due the tremendous weight of the pebbles he consumed. R.I.P. Flooloo.


After that event, there isn't much to tell about the Nockinwans (or Nyucks). Although one tribesman was able to invent the slingshot using two trees. Sadly he was never heard from after that.


There are many speculations as to how the Nockinwans became extinct. Some say it was the coming of the Ice Age while others disagree and say it too hot them and they all melted. But I can let everyone in on a little secret and say I know exactly what killed the Nyucks. TV! They watched too much television and it rotted their brains, then they all drank from a dirty dog dish and became possessed thinking they were Superman and started jumping off of buildings. After a while it settled until the great hemorrhoid outbreak of '65. And the make matters worse they all thought they were Barney and began singing corny children songs. And finally right before the entire tribe was wiped clean off the map, they all coughed, sneezed and belched at the same time and all exploded!!!


It's a sad tale, really, to know that this tribe could have gone places. Places like France or Belgium. Who knows. But one thing is for sure, this was a group of people who should have made it into the history books... if only they had held on for eight more little minutes.






The story, names and locations written in this story are fictitious. Any similarities based on the story are coincidental (I would most certainly hope so). The story itself was intended merely for humor purposes (and I hope it has lived up to that).

SIMPLY THE BEST

START: 10:46am.

I have been up for an extremely long time now. I do not recall the last time I slept but because I haven't slept we, including myself, all must face the consequences. For those who do not understand what I am talking about, please concentrate on how much I persistently babble on about mediocre situations such as this. When I stay up for long endless periods of time (87.4 hours being my record set on the days of December 8th to December 12th, 1999) my mind begins to wander and stray into vast unfamiliar territory. To some it could be classified as a psychotic episode. Well, ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce to you my very own psychosis.

I was contemplating of what I should write about. As you can plainly see from my previous blogs, my sole subject varies between category. I figured , based from my last blog, I should copy it in another unique way. Instead of referring to someone this time, I will tell the true stories of the Best and Worst moments of my life. Many after reading this would... well many who just read this probably haven't gotten this far... but many after reading this would express thoughts such as, "Oh, Josh is exaggerating. He never went through this. All he is is just one giant fish story." Believe me when I tell you, friends, that everything I write, everything I have ever written is all based off facts and emotions. More often then not, even as I am writing I can be very emotional and often cry. So as you read these, please remember that what I write takes courage from me.

MY TOP... BEST MEMORIES
#10: No shred of doubt about it. Hands down, the very best of the best memory I have ever gone through was witnessing the birth of my son, Austin Tyler. His mother, Nicole, was given induced labor on December 28th, 2004. I remember seeing her belly swollen up to the size of a Buick and slanted to one side because Austin had not fully turned. It was a really long night matched with an even longer day. Nikki was in labor for over 16 hours and by the end of the first hour, both her and I would exhausted. But I stuck with her every step of the way. Okay, I'll admit I got maybe three extra minutes of sleep longer than her, but only because I was woken up by her using the restroom in the delivery room in the middle of the night. From then on, it was all anticipation being raised. By early morning (December 29th [my mother and Nikki's best friend Maggie is also in the room]) Nikki's labor pains begun to rise at a various rate. She was put on oxygen and cranked up to the eyeballs with I.V.'s. She was becoming clammy and extremely fatigued. But, and I will even say it to this day, Nikki is a fighter and survivor like me. Nikki held on so much with what was going on, with the doctors and nurses and midwife coming to check on her whenever there was a problem with anything. So needless to say, they were checking on us every two seconds. By around 10am, Nikki was finally given the choice of taking something for the pain... a.k.a. the epidural. As much as she pleaded, Nikki finally agreed to it. Mind you, because of the sanitation issue, this was the ONLY time I left her side and it was only for 15 minutes. When I came back into the room with my mother and Maggie, Nikki was all set up with her epidural. We're saying, "Okay, this is it. This is the home stretch." Wrong! We still have to endure several more hours. After we came back, just about everyone was beyond exhausted at this point. Nobody slept and even some nurses keep going past their shift just to make sure everything was fine.
  Listening to the heart monitor, we can hear Austin thumping like a locomotive inside mommy's tummy. But by mid afternoon there's a problem. Which each contraction that Nikki has, Austin's heart rate plummets. Now doctors and nurses are paying particularly close watch on what is going on. All throughout the time that I left for those short 15 minutes, the first and only thing I did was hold Nikki's hand. I never once let go. We have reached the point of nearly 3:30 in the afternoon. Nikki is in excruciating pain, she is fatigued like we all are, she is shallow-breathing with each contraction. Looking back on that moment alone, this was the time I really became frightened. It was also around this time that the entire maternity ward shut down and prepared for a possible emergency C-section because Austin still had not fully turned.
  This next part is as serious as serious can get and I am not trying to embarrass or hurt anyone in any way by this. After they had made Nikki's pregnancy a priority, the midwife came in and examine the situation thoroughly. What the midwife did next was both fascinating and disgusting. With one hand placed on her belly and just two fingers from her other hand placed inside her birth canal, the midwife began massaging Nikki, turning Austin inside at the same time. The sight that my eagle eyes witnessed were clamped open as I saw the roll of Nikki's belly shift, even only for a small length in rotation. I looked back at my son's mother and saw the agonizing look of pain in her eyes. With a little help, Austin had finally turned to the point of when it was safe to start pushing.
  During the long minutes of pushing, it was a constant team effort. With me forcing back one of Nikki's legs and her mother, Tammy (who arrived earlier), forcing back the other. We were cheering her on. Doctors, nurses, the midwife, Maggie, Katie (Nikki's other friend), we were all getting into it like some football rally. Nikki squeezed and squeezed (and at one serious point lost her breath even while at full oxygen). The entire floor could hear us as we cheered and encouraged Nikki. She kept pushing and pushing, even after she lost her breath, Nikki never stopped. Finally, Austin began to crown. The hard part of nearly over. Just one more big push and...
  After an exhausting 41 minutes, Austin flopped onto the delivery bed like a sack of potatoes. When I finally saw my son for the first time in the flesh and after all that excitement, my emotions shut down completely. I collapsed onto Nikki's chest with tears just pouring out of me. I kissed her again and again and again. I didn't know what I felt. To this day, I don't know what I must have felt. I was so overwhelmed with emotions it was unbearable. I am 28 and a half years old as of this blog. I have lived for almost three decades now. But I have to admit, as I begin to cry re-realizing it, those 16 hours and 41 minutes of my life will be the most exciting moment of my entire life.


I was going to continue this with a few more, but given the fact that many don't like to read much online, I'll bring this out in segments. If you have a memory of me, please share it and I will add that into the mix for the next one. Thank you for reading.


STOP: 12:06pm

I have been contemplating for a long time of how I could write this new addition to my blog without greatly offending anyone. For privacy reasons I will not reveal the identity of anyone I will be talking about, but for some it may be pretty obvious as to whom I am referring to. For others, I will send you a message in your inbox and indicate where your story is located by paragraph.

1st Story: For many, many years you and I became naturally enemies. Starting in elementary school and going all the way to 8th grade, it was almost non-stop school yard chaos between us. We were arch-rivals and everybody knew about it yet no one did anything to stop it, including teachers and staff. To this day I am deeply surprised our confrontations never resulted into anything physical. During the time I spent after school and away from you, I hated you for raising my anger to an unusual peak. My hatred toward you was so unbearable at times, but I never once brought that hatred back to the school yards, because I always thought that perhaps one day things would change between us. The days you drove me beyond my breaking point I wished something good would come out even more. For many years, nothing and I was left with a five-day torment every week. But something good did come out of it and a big change occurred. We became very good friends in high school. We did not fight once. We respected each other and laughed together. Throughout everything you and I have been through, I only have one thing to say to you: I am blessed to have you part of my life and honored to be your friend.

2nd Story: October 31, 1998. A notorious and well-known story that keeps reminding me of one of the most special moments in my life. You were the first one I ever asked to marry. I unfortunately screwed that up by doubting our relationship and being overloaded with self-induced suspicions as well as false information by third parties. My mental instability took a violent turn into a world of schizophrenia and delusions. I was unable to control the way I thought or felt due to all the stress I allowed to consume me. As a result I created a fictional character I called "John Stallion" and proceeded to unleash a nightmare into reality. I was never who I was when I was around you. The person you saw was the fantasy for me and John Stallion was my new reality. In medical terms, I was psychologically screwed. But many years later, we found each other again. And I will say now what I said then as I dropped to my knees to you: I am so sorry for what I had done to you.

3rd Story: This would have to be one of my favorite stories in the terms of comedy and coincidental outcome. We met for the first time on September 5th, 1988. It was the very first day of Kindergarten when I first saw you. I can still in a way remember you even back then. You were shy and very "girly." Yet you do did have a smile that glowed. I remember the days of playing outside at recess and playing our favorite game known only as one word: Vampire. Looking at it now, I think both you and I can say that game was silly and in certain ways dangerous. And also, thank you so much for biting a piece of flesh off of my arm. I still have the scar. But that actually isn't the story that reminds me most about you. It was during one day in 2nd grade. We had just finished eating lunch in the cafeteria and got back to Mrs. Mahar's class. The desks are set up 2x2, four desks for each set in groups around the classroom. You're sitting directly across from me. So close I could actually touch your feet with mine. We're in the middle of doing class work. I bend over to pull something out of my desk and before I knew it, I hear a sudden "blep" followed by a loud splattering sound. So to you, thank you so much for throwing up the Salisbury steak we had for lunch all over my desk.

4th Story: YOU! Oh, where to begin with you? We have known each other for nearly half our lives. We did not really start off as friends as I recall the famous "push" you gave me, sending me flying halfway down the school corridor. That hurt by the way. But more often then not, you and I remained loyal friends for life, with the exception of a few incidents that I will not reveal as they are appalling to all the parties involved. But let's face it, buddy, you and I have been through a ton of memories together that cannot all be told in just this one chapter of our lives. You were there for me and I was there for you. You are my brother and my pal for life. Love you, dude.

5th Story: There is something special about you that will forever remain a part of me. There is no doubt that the love I hold for you will ever diminish. You may not have been my first love, but you are my first TRUE love. Yet I took you for granted and was unable to control my explosive anger that I unleashed not only upon you, but everyone. I didn't hate you, although I may have said it. I hated myself and could not control my emotions at all. I hurt you, your family, your friends, but most of all, I hurt our son with my anger. I was unable to help myself with how I was feeling, therefore could not help anyone or anything else. Yet I always felt like I could contain and control the situations. I had power over nothing and I refused to ever look at it that way. Looking back on what I had done, the only person I ever hated was me. For another time, even as I am writing this short story involving you, please forgive me for every piece of wrong I ever did to you, your family and our baby boy.

6th Story: Though it may seem unethical to put your story right after the previous one, I really hope you do not take offense to it. Actually, I just hope you don't take offense to me adding you, period. Anywho... technically you can say that you and I met in a virtual role-playing world. The only nickname I had for you at that time was "Buffalo." That later changed of course. I can remember the online talks we had. Then we said, "Hey, wanna meet sometime?" Given the distance of travel I had to go just to meet you was at first frightening enough. Over 900 miles of travel in 26 hours. Still I thought it would be rather fun. Get out on my own, meet a beautiful woman and see the sights. $282 later...*cough*... it finally happened. July 4th, 2006 I finally got to see you in person for the first time. I remember it completely. You were about as timid as Piglet himself, twiddling your thumbs, walking cautiously toward my hotel room, not mention keeping your distance too. By the way, sorry for scaring you when I "psst-ed" you. I remember when I first hugged you. Our eyes met, it was just a never-ending moment for me. Yeah, you're probably thinking, "Oh, brother" by now, but hey that's what happened and how I felt. We went out to the Lake and... well semi-watched the fireworks. We were more preoccupied with walking around the Lake and talking to each other. Later that night we sat in grass outside the house under the stars and talked endlessly. It was in that moment where I truly felt something for you. Our relationship started miles away and although it ended due to a "lie" and dreadful mistake I made, I will always treasure that day as the fondest memory I have of you... and I will never ever forget the "Rhino" and Sunburst either.

7th Story: Except for my own mother, I have known you longer than any other person in my life. I don't recall actually meeting you on September 5th, 1988 but I definitely recall seeing your daughter for the first time, and since she doesn't have an online profile I have to combine both yours and hers... but to an extent of course. The very time I met your daughter, I remember going to my mother that day after school and saying, "I'm going to school with an angel." Me, her and you have all gone through a million and one memories together. Memories that would take a life time to repeat one by one. Again, except for my mother, never has a love I had for someone been so pure and unending. You became my second loving mother and "Marie" became my beautiful sister. I love both of you with all of my heart and I will never stop loving you. That is a promise I keep forever.

8th Story: This is the saddest moment of my life and it surrounds many of my past and current friends. I grew up with you, so I guess you can say you knew me your whole life. We hardly ever hung out at all but yet I knew who you were. Your hair was like a golden river. Your eyes were like a cloudless sky. Your beauty was magnificent. You were an angel. Monday, June 27th, 1999 I found you headlined in the newspaper. I didn't know what to think. I could not believe what I just read. I forced myself not to believe it. But on that following Wednesday, I found out for sure that it was true. You were gone. Taken from here to return Home. Though I did not really know you well, learning of your being gone threw me into a panic. For two weeks straight I cried for you. Rivers of tears poured out of me because I felt like this world had lost something so beautiful it was irreplaceable. No one as beautiful as you could ever exist again, and we know its true. Not one single human being on this planet looks exactly 100% alike, even for "identical" twins. I have mourned you for more than 10 years. But I have finally moved on. I will always miss you, Amy, and I hope you can forgive me for any wrong I ever caused you.

9th and Final Story: This is the only story of which I know exactly the date AND time of when it all began. December 22nd, 1982 at 9:40am: the day I finally saw the face of whose sciatic I had been sitting on for nine whole months. What can I say; my mother and I have gone through ALL of my memories together, except for those which have remained private. I will have to say that she is the best parent any child could ever hope for. I was never born with a "silver spoon" in my mouth, and my mother never showered me with gifts either. She taught me morals, life lessons and self-discipline. That to me is better than any action figure, video game or movie she ever bought for me. She never gave up on me and now that I am nearing 30 years old, I know full well she never will give up. Love you, mom.

I really hope all of you enjoyed and appreciated reading the part of me that matters most: friends, family and the memories we shared. If we forget about the ones we have encountered, we lose a part of ourselves as they lose a part of themselves as well. Love or hate, just never forget that we all shared something together.