Introduction & Mix 1 - 4635 [rove the fires u fix]

So I'm not totally sure how this blog is going to turn out, since 1) I've never kept a blog before, 2) I hardly ever read blogs because I absolutely HATE reading stuff from those people who try to have perfect spelling and grammar, then end up with ONE little mistake that completely ruins it (ask people who know me, they know), and 3) I generally don't write much, especially fiction. Hopefully the things that end up on this blog are worth reading. And with that, a little explanation of what will end up on this blog.

• MIX - Basically if I find something interesting about life, I'll make a statement about it, and then scramble the letters into a different statement upon which I write a story. As you'll see later in this post, these are almost certain to end up really weird, but that's okay (probably).
• REMNANTS - These posts will contain reflections and revelations about my writing and my life. They'll probably hold a little more meaning and relevance than the Mixes.

I look forward to mixing up life in the blender, and hopefully you'll stick around to pick up the remnants. And now for the first Mix - 4635 [rove the fires you fix] . . .

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It had all been set up the night before, through a series of messages transferred by the electronic mailing system. A few hours after dawn, they were to begin the ritual whose end result was to be the so-called burning. The host was a mere teenager who was starting off senior year willing to learn, even if the only thing that would be taught the following day was what it meant to take part in the mysterious act they called "the fixing of the fires". Punctual as always, the host was the first to arrive at the destination they had chosen. It was a fairly small building, with a steep roof colored like the sky. Such a roof was characteristic of many of the buildings set up by the target organization. After ten minutes of pacing back and forth outside the structure, the host found one of the others whose help and company would likely be appreciated by the host in the fixing.

When the rest arrived, they entered the building. The organization, unaware of what would take place that day, invited them in, even going as far as to provide them with a table over which they could discuss plans. Once things were finalized, they made their demands of the organization. Since the organization followed a standard service-oriented design, it complied with the demands, giving them exactly what they had ordered. Thus, using the products the organization had just brought to them, they started the fires. The host, who up until this point knew the fires only by name, finally realized that the fires were to target them, not the organization. They had fixed a fire on the host, and now the host had no choice but to accept that. The host was unable to simply leave them as they fought their own fires, as such a shameful act would tear into the host's soul with a power stronger than that of the fire itself. Knowing this, the host took in the fire, consuming it while it consumed the host's strength.

Soon the host reached the limit. There was no more time left; the host could never take in the entire fire. With even just five more minutes, it would have been possible, but the lesson from that day would remain unchanged. Upon entering the school late due to the fixing (only attendance records from periods three, four, five, and six would remain untarnished), the host realized that the one thing learned that day would fuel all future learning.

rove the fires u fix

Once you start something, continue through it. Explore all of it, until you can see the definite end. Only then should you be allowed to just up and quit.

[ thus concludes this mix from the blender of life. the first mix of many to come. ]