We Go Into There Hearts

Its been way too long since i last posted in my blog.

Lately i've been feeling stressed, so much to do so little time.

I love that its December and its almost Christmas, my favorite part of the season.

Lately whats been going on is that i joined Journalism at Buena and i'm a editor for Features.

I've also been getting into acting a lot, i think i might have a future in it.

"What Do You Do With The Pieces of A Broken Heart?" - M.Ward

long time

i haven't posted in a while :[

i feel like things are getting a lot better.

things are shuffling along ahaha.

The Voice of Martyrs

"The Young and Brave"

The Young Man sits there staring off, not even thinking about his future, his severe wounds, his broken bones, just about the past..

He knew the risk of traveling to a different country where they hate people who believe in what he does. He wanted to share the gospel to the people of a far country. He went with his friend and the first couple days were nothing but a spiritual blessing. Until the Police came and stopped everything. He and his friend ran into the jungle, dodging gun fire and tear gas. Eventually his friend and him were caught.

They sat in a dingy cellar praying for freedom, through Gods power. They sat for hours, until a Large Official came in. he stated

"If you denounce your faith, you will be let go, if you don't you will be beaten severely then hanged."

This is what there real test was. The friend got shaky and busted into tears " I repent!" he yelled and ran out of the cellar not even looking at his friend. The Young Man sat there and stated calmly "Whats the worse that could happen? Dying and seeing my eternal father? Do what you must."

They beat him for hours, telling him to repent, and told him his God doesn't exists, he took the beatings feeling the bones breaking, the cuts and bruises, but always had a smile on his face.

So he sat there thinking about the past, and as soon as he finished he was at peace. The guard came and took him into the courtyard, and the guard said

"We have something special for your type of scum."

He was dragged and tied to a post, he was going to be stoned by the crowd.

He never became worried, never scared, he said "Bless those who persecute, bless an do not curse, my lord" he was stoned while singing his favorite hymm.

My short story. (not for the light hearted)

I wrote this short story because i heard about a student at V.C who went through something like this.

"Father & Son"

by Sean Lawrence

"Music is my life!" yelled the son, this was the third time he used this phrase to his father, who didn't understand why he loved music, and why he would not join the family buisness.

"You will never understand it!" he screamed with his hoarse voice.

The Son is a 18 year old graduate living in New York City with His bitter father. The Father runs a family business and wants his son to take over the business. The son is a guitarist in a band, and is also classically trained, he seems to have a future in music.

The pressure of his father, his band, and the choices make him stressful. This band members offer cocaine, They said it would take the edge off. They Lied.

The Son became so absorbed in his drug life within 6 months, his talents withered away, his father became upset, and his life seemed to be going nowhere.

The Father gives an ultimatum. Either he cleans up or moves out. The Son moves into the growing population of the homeless. The Son weeps, then gets high. He Feels happier and more joyful than ever, under false allusions . He falls asleep for the last time, and never wakes up. His Father weeps. Of Joy That Kills.

This story is about a student but the place has been changed. Get the facts about drugs before it ruins your life.

Lion King Brings Up So Many Memories

I remember the good old days, where nothing was wrong and everything was good.

Its changed.

Nothing is like how it used to be.

Weird People On The Bus (Vol.1)

I don't know whats worse

a weird person coming up to you on the street or a weird person on the bus.

on the street you can walk away, but on the bus your stuck till you arrive at your destination

Most people know that the city bus is notorious for hosting weird people, and it sucks for me because i take the bus.

here is one of those times on the bus.

"This is Theodore, he's always getting into trouble" she said.

Meet Betty (i can't remember her name so there you go) she is what i like to call

"The Crazy Cat Woman Who Never Got Married and Had Kids So Bought 50 Cats"

Im sitting on my bus to go home and she comes and sits right next to me and introduces her cats a.k.a one named Theodore.

Its disturbing enough to get into random conversations, but she right up introduced her cats like people. luckly my trip was short that day. if you ever see a girl on the bus like her, sit as far away as possible.

-sean

Come On! Feel the Illinoise!

(title has nothing to do with the post)

I feel stuck in a rut, reversing the wheels and jerking but not budging at all.

I feel I need something/someone new in my life, to improve life.

I need someone to come along and help me get out of this rut.