Yoshimi battles the pink robots

I decided to write a really lame and cheesy story like Ultra Violet.
I used a flaming lips song for inspiration.
It got drama, love, and humor!!!!!!
..okay maybe not...

The metal fist just missed Yoshimi as she pulled herself up and over the balcony’s ledge. The machine hit the brick wall and it seemed to shatter like glass. Yoshimi fell towards the small pond below. When she hit, the water was cold and a shock jolted through her. Everything went black for a second. When her body recovered and she was able to see again, She pulled her weak, frozen body out of the water and onto the ledge. Her yellow dress was soaked and her black boots were filled with water. She stood up slowly. Her brown hair dripping. As she glanced up over the small hill. She froze. The machine she saw was immense. The light crimson metal shone in the sunlight. It had to have been at least a story high. Luckily it was traveling in another direction. Away from her. She quickly crawled behind a bush and took in a sharp breath. She had to rest before she set out again. She couldn‘t fight like this. A life of karate training isn’t going to get you very far if you are soaked, freezing, and exhausted. “Fucking machines” she whispered to herself shaking the water out of her boots. Her heart about leaped out of her chest when the bush beside her shook. “Yoshimi?”
She jumped and quickly slipped on her boot. Befuddled, she looked at the large green bush beside her. It was talking to her. “Yoshimi, its me” She pulled a flask out of her pocked and took a drink. She shuddered and looked back towards the shrubbery. “Who is me?“ Yoshimi inquired. The bush sighed. “Anther!” Yoshimi breathed a sigh of relief. “Mother of God Anther, I thought I was loosing my mind!” she croaked. She heard a chuckle and Anther crawled from the other side of the bush. His black hair was messy and his black suit was dirty. She offered him the flask and he shook his head. “Whatever” she said and she took the last drink and chucked the empty flash into the water. “It seems quiet” Anther said peeking over the bush. “Mother fucker Yoshimi. One of them is coming towards us.” Yoshimi pulled anther back down. “How many?” she asked. Anther replied, his voice squeaked. “Just one” Yoshimi looked at the water. “They can’t go in water, but this pond is too little. There arms reach twice as far as the length of this pond. Is there another..” They were interrupted by the bush behind them getting ripped right from the ground. Both of them jolted up and turned around. The immense robot was towering right above them. Anther turned to see his friend. She was gone. He turned and sprinted towards the other end of the building. The huge feet just missing the back of his shoes. He quickly turned the corner and in a split second was pulled into a opening in the wall. The huge machine walked right passed the opening and never stopped once. He wanted to scream but his mouth was covered with a black gloved hand. He began to fight the hold of this captor but saw the yellow dress. He sighed. “Yoshimi” he sighed through the glove. She let him go. “How many times do I have to save your dumb ass?” she continued. “It's not hard, all you have to do is Run”
Anther rolled his eyes. “Excuse me ma’am but I’m not nearly as quick as you, and you are the one who drug me along, so don’t complain.” There was silence for a second and Yoshimi laughed. She jumped and gave him a hug. Anther smiled and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed the top of her head. The comfort of the embrace was broken when the wall in front of them collapsed in a cloud of dust and a smaller machine stood scanning the area where they were standing. Yoshimi took in a deep breath and quickly sprinted towards it. She leaped into the air and quickly kicked it. The pink machine stumbled and took a few steps backwards. Its huge arm reached out but she dodged it. She turned to see Anther. He had pulled his gun. He smiled and nodded. He started to unload on the creature. It stepped backwards and sparks flew from the bullet holes. It was weakened. Now it was Yoshimi’s turn. She nodded at Anther and as he used his gun to keep the creature at bay. She sneaked behind it. Anther’s shots stopped. That was Yoshimi‘s cue. She jumped onto the creatures back. It began to spin and reach for her. The arms were just short of her. She tried to pry open the door on its back, but it was stuck. She covered her eyes, pulled a gun from her holster on her calf and fired the gun. The shots broke the lock. She opened the door and ripped the wires. The machine slowed and fell. The beeping started. Now she had to run. She pushed off of it and sprinted as fast as she could into the thicket. Anther soon caught up with her. The beeping got louder and faster. It ceased. Anther jumped, grabbing Yoshimi around the waist and dove to the ground pulling her down with him and covering her with himself, just as the explosion reached them. The heat was extreme and burned his back. All went silent. He stood up and helped Yoshimi up. She smiled and pulled him to her. “Thank you” She kissed him gently on the lips. He blushed and looked down at the ground. She turned and walked away. “Come on Anther.” He followed. They made there way through the woods. Then the reached a clearing. They gasped as they saw a wrecked and ruined waste land. The solider camp was ruined. Dead soldiers lay everywhere. Yoshimi stared in amazement. Anther sighed. “Is there anyone still alive” silence.
He called again.
Still no reply.
He turned to walk away when Yoshimi grabbed his arm. “Did you hear that?”
Anther paused. “What?”
“A machine, there is one close.”
He listened and his face was angry. He looked down at the soldiers.
“Come on, Time to kick some serious pink ass. “

Irony

A phobia is a kind of thing that bounds lives and shatters dreams. It’s a chronic syndrome, one that never seems to go away. A fear of heights could keep you from seeing amazing sights. Whereas a fear of death could keep your life in constant trepidation and paranoia. In the case of John Murdock, a fear of flight kept him from traveling.
At thirty, John finally finds the audacity to face his fear.


Sweat ran down John’s brow as he sat his suitcase down beside him. His black hair was soaked with sweat. He was up the whole night worrying about his trip. The apprehension was overwhelming, but he didn‘t show it. He didn‘t want to scare the kids. “Nothing will go wrong” he silently assured himself.
He turned to his wife. “Josie, are you sure you‘re okay with this?“ His hands were shaking. She took his hands in hers and gently gave them a squeeze. “Don’t worry, we’ll be fine, we can take care of ourselves.” She gave him a hug. The kids joined. He bent down to look his children in the eyes. “Promise me you’ll keep Mom safe.” James and Ally gave their father a big smile and nodded. He gave each of them one more squeeze and a kiss. What if this was the last time he was going to see them. The kids were only 3 and 5. What would they do without a dad? A shudder passed through his body. He shook it off and turned to his wife. Leaning in to her ear, he whispered. “If I don’t get back…” She stopped him with a chuckle and pointed towards the terminal. “See you in three days.” He smiled and gave her a hug and a quick kiss as he heard his flight announced. He reached down and picked up his suitcase. Finally, although diminutive, there was courage. He turned and waved once more.

...John never made it home.

Welcome...to my mind

Ah, yes. Another breakdown in the life of Nikki.
Last night, I wasted 5 dollars on a forte show. (now i'm out of cash because I wasted it on a horrible movie and then this) I just went to the forte show to hang out with friends and see some of my friends perform in co-ed, but my friends were paying attention to eachother, another to her boyfriend, and were was I. By myself. I had nobody to talk to. This made the experience even worse, along with the extreme boredom, obnoxious little kids, and an extreme case of momentary clausterphobia. This led to me snapping at my friends. This of course made me feel guilty, but they still were talking to others, so no chance to apologize. So, I let it be. Then, with another happening, an added dose of embarassment and guilt made it far worse. I felt horrible. I didn't show it. Then my mind was racing again. The mind that I can't shut off. One that derives me of sleep far too often. I've heard the point
"You think too much"
pointed out to me far more than once. It means different things from different people, but after hearing it so much I realized I need to settle down, but I can't seem to find out how. After two years of it. Music calms me, but gets me thinking more. I can't sketch when i'm in a mood like this. I'm too tired to go outside and take photography. Sleeping would help, if i could get to sleep. The only cure is fun. This is hard when you can't get yourself off your ass long enough to pick up the phone, or in my case are locked in your house.
Then.
With all these hitting me at once.
I hit the cracking point.
I just cried.
Went to bed, and just sort of passed out.
and I had a dream. Where all my friends came up to me and gave me a big hug, and the last hug was really long and made me feel the best. It was a good dream.

The next morning, I threw on the Ditty Bops. Danced while I dressed and was very uplifted and happy. but...Then... after about three hours of a super morning. I got bored, so I started thinking again.
Rewind. Replay. Here it comes again.
I feel so weak and pathetic when I cry, but it helps me sleep.
So tonight.
I'll take a shower.
and maybe cry myself to sleep.
I'll let fate handle that.
and tommorow.
I need hugs.

Which reminds me...
Ten more days of school left until spring break, where I will recieve some much needed freedom. Yet, this year, it will be with family, not friends. I am almost seriously considering changing my mind and just forget about Florida, but i'm going to see the ocean. As much as i want to be with my friends all week.
But yeah, I'll talk to you about this later.
I'm going to bed.
Goodnight.
*much love*