What started out as a chain mail... 05/28/2009
For the second time in my life, I am put on a chain mail that I have nothing to do with. It was some kids from New Jersey complaining to each about the need to get a Jeopardy answer right and to stop insulting his sister, or something like that. Of Dragons and Cockroaches 05/25/2009
Warning: the following banter is a total waste of time to read. The following is just to show how I practice my personal style of writing. Something strange is afoot. Afoot? That would smell. Please put your sock and shoe back on. In fact, better put them on for both feet. Afeet? No, I don’t think that’s a word. What does afoot mean anyway? Let’s check the thesaurus. With Microsoft Word, it’s as easy as a click of a button….which it is. Afoot is synonymous with the following: happening, going on, occurring, taking place, up (hey, that’s a Pixar movie coming out), in the works, and stirring. Ooh, stirring. A monster is stirring. A monster is a foot, I mean, afoot. A foot monster wouldn’t be that scary. Unless it was a really big foot. Then it would stomp on all of us. But it would be easy to defeat because all we have to do is destroy its big toe. Did you know that without your big toe your balance would completely give away? I guess a foot monster isn’t so bad after all. Now, if the monster was really afoot, not a foot but afoot…you know what I mean…that would be scary because there would be no definition for what the monster is. It might be dragon. It might be a cockroach. We wouldn’t know until we saw it. But it might be a cockroach, which isn’t that scary. So we’re not actually getting scared by the monster, we’re getting scared because of the suspense the unknown monster brings. So it we’re all frightened because it might be a dragon, we should just tell ourselves it is a cockroach. That would annihilate (nice word) all suspense and fear. Of course, we would be very unprepared if it were really a dragon and that would be bad. Paul Minitas, Part Two 05/21/2009
Paul Minitas Paul Minitas, Part One 05/16/2009
Paul Minitas The Crimson Sea 05/14/2009
“Who are you?” the elderly woman asked. “Jara,” the boy answered. “I’ve never seen you here before. How did you learn spell-casting? I’ve never seen a spell-caster do a jump as high as that before.” “Uh…I was taught by my uncle.” “Whose your uncle?” This lady was getting nosy. “You wouldn’t know him,” said Jara. Translation: Stop asking so many questions. The old woman did not get the hint, but then again, things might go bad if she did. “Well that’s why I’m asking.” The woman glared at Jara. “His name’s Terrik. Lives in eastern Sauderia.” “You’re awfully dark to be from Sauderia, Jara,” remarked the woman. Jara winced at the comment. Although he had applied the lotion given to him from Kayla, he was still noticeably darker than the normal Sauderian. “My ancestors were both Japafian and Sauderian.” Best explanation possible, he thought. “Mm. Are you more Japafian or Sauderian?” “Sauderian.” Of course. Why would a Japafian be wandering in Sauderia during the war? The woman gave a sigh of contentment. “Well, since you are part Japafian, maybe you could give King Morthan some ‘ideas,’ if you know what I mean.” “I don’t know what you mean.” “Well think!” she thundered. “You know about Japafia. What are its weaknesses? Any secret tunnels into the city?” Jara’s heart thumped rapidly. “I told you, I’m more Sauderian than Japafian. My ancestors know all that stuff, ask them!” The lady glared at Jara again. Then she softened. “No matter. You can still help me with my spell-casting.” “I really have to go.” Jara turned to leave. “Oh but you have to stay…or else.” Jara froze as the cold feel of steel touched his shoulder. “Uh okay…if you insist.” “I do.” Saber Kid 05/07/2009
Website Redone! 05/03/2009
After days of strenuous labor and toil, the new Ultrakids website is finished! Yes! Finally! All my hard work paid off so you visitors may have a more fulfilled experience whenever you visit this site. You won't believe how much work went into the new site...hours and hours for days after days of hard work... |