The one Year

I can't believe it has been one full year already. Made enough stories to last a lifetime already. I love you.

The Funeral

The Funeral
The entangled branches weaved into the coffin that carried the vessel of what once carried the life of The Old Man.  Six figures carried the hand-made casket. Each wearing black robes with thick hoods that covered the sorrowed face in shadows. Green lace covered the robes in embroidered patterns that seemed to glow faintly against the contrasting red light that fell through the breaks in the forest branches. Alex escorted the company through the path that had be made just for the occasion.  He wore his rough leather outfit that he had made after his trail. Placed on his head as a helmet made from the skull of the beast he had killed. Tears fell short of pouring like ice melting from the peaks of the mountains into the natural springs below in a valley.  Yet he stood strong marching down the path guiding the casket barring men between the trees and the villagers that attended. The Elders stood waiting in at the edge of the forest. The safety of the environment from the outer world faded more and more as Alex approached. The air became thicker with heat and moistures. Alex could feel his lungs starting to feel incapable of breathing in and failing to separate the water from the oxygen. Even so, he continued to march forward until he stood in front of the four Elders. The edge of the forest was the unbearable place where life withered and was right before the end of the shield that Mother Nature blessed them with. Standing took effort, how could these old men be stronger than him? How did they stand the ability to breath in this unforgiving air? He felt weaker and weaker by the moment. Legs shaking he knew he probably wouldn’t last much longer without passing out. “I must stay strong. That is why the Old Man trusted me to do this. This is why he believed in me when the rest of the Elders doubted.” This is all he could tell himself to continue standing under the strain of the outside strange old. He forgot that the people behind him were there even. Their robes, by some miracle seemed to protect them from the harsh conditions. The green lace was now glowing a magnificent light.

The Elders without saying a word could see the weakness in him. He knew it. Alex looked into the eyes of one before him. It was like looking into a long forgotten pass. Without words being exchanged the Elders moved from before Alex to relieve the men carrying the Old Mans coffin. The ones livly branches that formed together with leafs and flexibily now looked dead and lifeless.
This was the last trial, but still unknown to Alex was that it was. He looked over his shoulder and saw that the time was now. He stepped forward breaking the barrier into pure red sky. He barley made ten paces forward before turning around to see the casket break the same barrier with the Elders.

Suddenly, it was as if his soul was on fire. He started screaming in unforgiving agony. He knew immediately that he would only survive by magic, or die in the next moments. Each second seemed forever as his skull felt like it was being ripped apart from the inside. His body was starting to die. He could no longer scream, for there was no oxygen left for him to. How could this happen? What had he done to deserve this painful death? Why did the Old Man want this for him? Worst of all, he could see the casket be put down to the ground and catch ablaze.  The Elders stood though. How was that? Unless, magic was involved. He fell to his knees, before face planting the dry rock bed below him. He couldn’t cry for the heat immediate dried them. He felt his life fading as his body was fading and this mind started to fade further into darkness.

Alex

The crackle of the morning woke Alex up from the last dreams of joy he would have in many years to come. His eyes opened to the world of red around him, the sun feeling so unforgiving during this time of year.This  The trees that covered the land could not even protect you in shadows it seemed. He sat up from his bed made of the leather of beast and his pillow of leaves. Today wasn't a day he looked toward. It was the day that his ritual of becoming a man was upon him. His trials would bring him all around the lands around him. Full of still waters resting in the lakes calmly, the dark whispers of the trees and the burden of adulthood. He had to prove that he would be worth something to the clan. There wasn't more than thirty of them. If he failed to prove his worth, he would be come an exile. He had only heard stories of those who become exiled.

He sat up his tanned skin and hand trimmed dark hair covered by dried mud and dirt from preparing the pits the day before. He went from his sweet dreams of stories the Old Man had always mentioned a time when their was technology and some things were more simple. The Old Man was the last one to remain that remember the world before the suns glow became the blood red it seemed to be most days, covered by clouds and they only made it seem worse.

Red Skies

The red glow of the sun beat heavily on the barren sky. Cloud might have blocked it from view but the glow of its aura could be seen faintly in the sky, as heat manifested the air. Thick with humidity, the moisture could fill the lungs of anything that would walk the surface in need of oxygen. Life didn’t exist in this wasteland ever since the turning of the Red Star. The sky was stood out as a bright sun once shinned a glorious orange. The lakes, now dry ones shimmered reflections of the beautiful sky. Water that once stood still in the lakes brought new life around it. The green leaves that once covered the tall trees now littering the flood in a dust brown dry and withered. The plains now were running a mixture of yellow and red from being caught on fire from the unwelcomed heat. The planet which once held life now was as empty as the houses were people once lived. Homes eroded in a short year from the rot of the world. What should have taken numerous decades happened in the shorted time. The natural order of things, taken over by the forces of uncontrolled Mother Nature. She in her might saw the world in the corruption and when she told the gods the corruption of her gift they raged war on this world. Yet, they agreed that if the will of those living is strong they will leave a small part untouched. In this part the skies broke over the red sky could be seen. The small handful that could still see every night could see the flow of green light in aurora borealis. It mixed into the faint red glow and left hope in the hearts of the strong.

My Other Mothers influence

I have a few mothers in my life. But one she, I am sure, loves me for is my love for her food and a very simple recipe. Called....wait for it....Noodles and Cheese. At first yes you thing Mac and cheese. Not the same. Its easy to make, very easy. Poor people love it as do the rich. First ingredient any kind of noodles, but Ramen noodles are prefered. They are cheap, horrible for you but perfect. Second, your choice of cheese. After cooking the noodles to your desired tenderness drain, and add cheese. At this point add anything else to it would like. For me it is a single hotdog per packet of noodles, tapito and red crushed peppers. Everyone may choose what they want. I know I make my Mothers proud.

The magic twenty

Alright so I hit an important landmark for my Marine career today. Twenty dead-hang pull-ups. This is the magic number for Marines. It is how you get a perfect score for the PFT. (Physical Fitness Test) They are the money makers and point makers. For example, each pull-up is worth five points for a total of 100. Each crunch is a point maxing out at 100 in two minutes. An 18 minute three mile run is perfect score of 100, Minus a point each ten seconds. Six points for the minute. I run about a 22minute three mile pace. That isnt bad for a guy my size. Anyways, just hit the magic twenty for the first time ever and wanted to share. That is all.

Velocirapter Day

So I am blogging on the move today. So Wednesday was Velociraptor Awareness Day and the Maintenance Officers going away. We got shirts and a cake made for it. It was rather eventful. Worked the first half of the day and played volleyball for the rest at the beach. The new Sgtmjr we have showed up and had a good laugh at our shirts. Hopefully you all enjoyed it!

Mothers

Well I know this blog needs a little catching up, so I have been having a trend of going through old pictures. This one comes from around Thanksgiving weekend from Lake Arrowhead. It was an amazing time. My Mother(the birthing one :p) got married to Jefferey Ward. Its funny to watch your Mom get married after you are. I guess it is part of life sometimes. Speaking of Mothers....Mom has a special present hopefully coming her way for Mother's Day. I don't think it will beat my "other Mothers" surprise Mother's Day present a few years ago, but I always have a trick or two with a few people helping behind the scenes

From left to right : Kaylie(half-sis), myself, Mrs.Ward, Mr.Ward, Katelyn Ward, and Trent Ward. I thought this picture summed us up pretty damn well.

Weight Loss and a Dog.

This is probably one of the hardest things to do in the world. I am not necessarily out of shape, but I have more fat on my body than my job wishes me to have. I am not an horrible runner or anything, but I want to get back to where I was when I was at my peak but better. Unfortantly, I had to take most of this week super easy to do horrible sunburns from BBQing on the beach on Easter. I guess it happens. Gotta remember how white I really am.

So I think today I am going to give an update on the newest part of the McCullough family. Lord Rexifer. Yes that is his full name. Meghan told me that when you get a Yorkie, that they have those kind of names. He is I believe about six months old. He knows who his owners are and is very friendly. Does fantasic in car rides. Only thing he knows how to do really is sit. He is my little man, and a pain in the butt. I am in no way used to small dogs. I swear, he is encouraging me not to have any kids soon.

Alone

He sat alone in the singletary chair placed in the corner of his living room. His face gloomy in the shadows. In his hand is a glass of whiskey on the rocks, shaking slightly with the ever slight movements of the hand. Memories flash over and over as if by toreture in his mind. Never forgetting the blood stained patterns placed on his best friends face, his brother infact. Steel that had pierced his shoulder gushing blood in streams, the white of the brothers eyes shaking and fading father into the abise of darkness. He will never forget what it felt like, but he will always love him. For he was found the moment he was truly in pain and lost, while being held tightly in his fellow brother Marines arms. His last comfert were the words "you will never be forgotten, I will tell your story to the world" To be continued.

Lose it!

Well as of about the last two weeks I have been running and working out my body like it is cool and keeping a track of my caloric intake. My legs are so tired. I have been using an app on my phone called Lose it!. If used correctly it can help you keep track of what you eat and what you burn off when you exercise. Of course you shouldn't follow it to the T. If you link it to your Facebook it will send your weight-loss/gains and what you burn  as a post to FB. I am trying to lose currently two pounds a week until I am down to 170. It says by the end of June I should be able to reach this goal. I have not really changed my diet to much, but I have a much better idea of portion control now. I am so far down about 6 pounds, and no it isn't water weight. For more information visit the website, or Google Lose it!.

Wish me luck,
and man do my legs need a break.

PS: For those who don't know it is a good idea to have one cheat day a week. I use it as an incentive, like I gotta earn it.

That is right. I am back

That is right ladies and gentleman! I am back to ramble on, write poems, short stories, keep people posted on me and what is going on. I honestly have been meaning to go back to my old one blog, but I felt it was time to let go. I haven't blogged in a really long time. A few years in fact if I am correct. I feel most inspired to write in the morning, however because of normal working hours I am going to try and post at least once a week. I get really creative with ideas most when I am driving to work honestly.

So I think my first post is just going to stay simple.

I'm back
and I am still the favorite.