Kathy’s Comments (group member since Aug 11, 2010)

Kathy’s comments from the Creative Writing group.

"The only difference between us is I know what it means and you do not. The marks are raging to be released and you need to learn fast how to control yours." Night Barret's voice but the words were lost in the maelstrom of his mind. His arm was beginning to tingle like he had slept on it. "Point your hand at the wall and let go of your thoughts." Barret tole him. Night felt like an automaton being controlled from somewhere else. He raised his left arm and pointed it the bare wall; with a snap his arm locked into place and bright red ink flew from the pen tip to land on the wall.
The ink seemed to have a life of its own and formed deep swirling pools that began to run like mercury. "Tell it what to say, tell it now!" Yelled Barret. Night focused and wrote his first words in Drek; On the wall he watched as the words in his mind appeared first in nonsense and then plainly he could read; "What does this have to do with me?" He gasped at the realization of his thoughts being projected by the tattoo. He also realized the pain was gone, as he dropped his arm.
As Night turned to face Barret, he was afraid but he needed to know, and he needed to know now. "Night do you remember the night you got the tattoo? The night your uncle died?" Night felt like he had fallen into a nightmare and trying to remember that night only made it worse. "Car wreck on the way home." Night finally replied. "NO, not a car wreck." Barrett said into the stillness. "Something far worse happened and if we are to survive the coming days you have to remember what happened." "That mark on your arm is no tattoo, it is a living legacy passed to you by your Uncle at the moment of his death. It must be controlled and you must remember." "Our being together here and now is not suppose to happen, neither are you suppose to be in contact with anyone who wears that mark. But you were and now the consequences are spinning out of control, unless we can figure this out, together."
Night turned away and looked in the mirror, his eyes were blue once more, with a faint ring of black around the edges. "Tell me what to do."

Thanks, I just might do that.

Skrifari is Icelandic for scribe, thanks. Not sure how to create my own though.

Name:Barrett in this world; Skrifari in his
Occupation:Penni'Hermaður (Pen Soldier)
Gender:Male
Age:Ageless
Appearance:Anything he writes
Personality: Quiet, steady, soldier
Talents:What he writes happens

Barrett had watched Night leave the classroom, and asked Mr. Anderson if he could go make sure Night was OK. As he stepped out the door, he watched Night enter the bathroom. He followed and as he pushed open the door he heard Nights remark; "It changes everything." Night had no idea how true that was. "Hey man, you OK?" He stood very still as Night spun around and his eyes... man his eyes were like twin burning spots of coal, they were so dark. He was going to have to move faster than the Hirð Oldunga had planned. Sometimes it did not pay to be a Penni' and this was one of them. "Night I need to talk to you and this is not the place to do it." Will you come with me, if I promise to give you answers?"

Night stepped into his AP English class, and felt another wave of pain begin, he must have looked terrible because Mr.Anderson stepped towards him, and asked if he was OK.Night shook his head no, and Mr. Anderson told him to go to the nurses office. Night stepped out of class and made his way down the hall; but he stopped in the bathroom not the nurses office. He stepped over to the row of sinks and ran cold water down his arm.
As the cool water soothed the heat, he wondered why he had ever let his Uncle Randy talk him into getting the tattoo in the first place. That night a year ago was still fogged in his head. But he remembered the words his uncle had used: "The pen is mightier than the sword, and wielding of it changes the world." "Yeah, it changes things alright." Night told his reflection.

As Dot climbed the hill that led to her Grandfathers' house, she wandered about the notes meaning. Her Mom never willingly took the twins anywhere alone! The sound of the water as it passed over the rocks penetrated into her thoughts as she crossed the short bridge. The sound made her feel calmer. One thing about living in Japan, the gardens and parks were filled with things you could feel even if you could not see them.
In the Tori garden across the bridge Dot passed the men walking their birds. Every morning they gathered with their cages and made the rounds. Today though the birds all seemed to be agitated and their anxious cries were causing Dot's feelings of anxiousness of her Mother's note to escalate once more. She finally reached her Grandfathers' and cried out to him,"Jiji, what is happening, where is Mother?"

When Night reached the school, his friends were waiting by the statue of the Warrior. He slowed as he approached because he noticed that standing with them was the new guy who had transferred in from Maine. "What's he doing here?" Night asked Joey, his best friend. "Just chillin with us, he seems OK." Night noticed the new guy was eying his arm. He caught the others eye and raised his eyebrow in a question. "Hey, my names Night, yours?" "Barrett. Nice ink. Mean anything"