There is Nothing to Write About

There is really nothing to write about. It's.. What would you call it? "Having no inspiration" Yes. Have you ever wondered how singers think of their songs? Well, it's called "Having inspiration" While I have no inspiration. Hmmm.. Imagine singers with no inspiration, where would all their songs be? Well, the songs wouldn't exist. It's like this: Have you ever tried to think of an original tune to a song? It's really hard, and even if you do, you will majority of the time find that it has some part of another song (that's for me at least). The lyrics are easy, though. Well.. I used that as a reference to having no inspiration. The analogy isn't that good but, as I was saying, NO INSPIRATION! I write blog.. and that's it. But when I write blog, I am very bored, and I don't think very thoroughly about what I'm going to write about. This is a very repetitive blog post, I keep on saying I have no inspiration, but to be honest, I don't! Oh wait, there it is again.

The Journey of Time [Part 4]

Part 3...
"I think I hear birds, wait no, conversation, coming from the room in the middle, most likely the throne room."
"Since when do you have such sharp ears and know about that stuff?"
"Oh, I just do."
They walked into the room, the dark king, and the good king...

They had found the dark king and the good king having conversation in the throne room.
"No, I will not let you rule." the good king negotiated.
"How about 700 jewelias?" the bad king asked.
"Well.. that is a lot, but no."
"Oh, really? 1,000 jewelias?"
The good king was resisting the urge to take the deal, you see he wanted to be rich too. Jewelias were the currency there.
"No!"
"Then we will duel."
In the duel the dark kind killed the good king, and he ruled over. Thunder stormed, lightning... The waves crashed onto the shore of the rocky beaches.
"Uh-oh.." Alisa said.
"I think this is where it started..." Wayne commented.
"Yep."
"Well... I guess we didn't stop it."
"But we can..."
"What..? How?"
"Did you see how they talked about those jewelias?"
"Uhh.. Yeah."
"Well, maybe we can bribe the bad king to make a potion for bringing back the dead, I only know that 'cause I read books."
"Hmm... That plan sounds legit.. but how do we get jewelias?"
"I have no idea."

The Journey of Time [Part 3]

Part 2...
"You ready, Alisa?" Wayne asked.
"Let's do this!" Alisa responded.
They ran into the portal together, and then they were back 400 years, 1598.

From 1958 they had gone to 1598, way before George Washington was born! Wow, that dude was old.

"Uhh.. Where do we start?" Wayne questioned.
"You ask a lot of questions, but.. I think I know where, turn around."
"Oh. My. Goodness. What is that?"
"It's evidently the Good King's castle, just by reading the sign, and seriously, what's with your questions!?"
"I ask questions, I'm smart."
"Sure..."
"Want to go in?"
"Another question. Wow. But let's go in!"
The two were inside the castle, it was empty, or so they thought. All the candles hung on the castle walls were dimly lit by. Their footsteps echoed across the hall.
"Hello?" Wayne yelled.
"Seriously, all you know how to do is ask questions! Questions, questions, questions, I can't believe I didn't notice that you asked so many questions till now!"
"Can you please stop saying that?"
"Mhm.. Question!"
"Fine, let's go, I can hear something"
"Wait, you hear something?"
"Ah-ha! You asked the question this time!"
"Fine, so what do you hear?"
"I think I hear birds, wait no, conversation, coming from the room in the middle, most likely the throne room."
"Since when do you have such sharp ears and know about that stuff?"
"Oh, I just do."
They walked into the room, the dark king, and the good king...

The Journey of Time [Part 2]

Part 1...

They walked back to school, went to the auditorium, and waited.

"Hello?" Alisa hollered.

Hello... I am speaking in both of your minds, do not be startled.... 

The voice spoke again.
Don't be startled, really. I'm not evil, I'm on your side, assuming you're on the good side. I was the king of the skies once, haven't you noticed the storms? That's the dark king of storms, he makes everyone stay in. Haven't you noticed? I need you two to travel back in time four hundred years ago and make me king again.
"What? How do we do that? What's required for this?" Alisa questioned.
DON'T INTERRUPT ME!

Alisa and Wayne retreated.
Sorry, even if I'm good, it doesn't mean I got a good temper. So, you'll have to go back in time and see me when I was reigning and talking to my brother, you'll probably know who he is, wears a lot of black... Yeah! You gotta kill my brother and the moment you do that, a portal will open and it will only stay open for 10 minutes, you both have to run through that, and you will be back here, if you do not come back through the portal, you are stuck there forever, you will never age though. Also when you come back you have the choice of having your memory erased or to keep it, but I will cast a spell on you so your mouth can't say anything about this trip to anyone but yourself and the other. Thank you and leave now, the portal has opened.
"You ready, Alisa?" Wayne asked.
"Let's do this!" Alisa responded.
They ran into the portal together, and then they were back 400 years, 1598.