Age: 18

Name: Just call me silvermist, please.

Last updated: Shadows of White

News:

7/29/16

Well... I haven't updated any of my stories in a while. I'm still writing some things once in a while but nothing I want to to put up on this site. Maybe one day. I'm finding it really hard to focus on certain things right now.

7/6/12
*deleted a few of my stories that I feel were horrible and I had no desire to rewrite them.

added Shadows of White onto the site.

Added chapter 1 onto S of W.

Fanfics

Shadows of White: Was known as Life of a Wild Pokemon. Basically, it's a story about a pack of Vulpix who were forced to flee their home after humans invaded it. One of the Vulpix, Scarlet, lost her family to predators and is shunned because of it. That's all I'll say for now. :)

A Diffrent Clan: My ideas on how the four clans would have been if Firepaw had never joined. I haven't worked on this for a while.

Roseheart:

LOATR Sonfic.

Random things that I recommend you look into:

"My kitty and Old Dog" or "My Young Cat and My Old Dog"

This is a comic-style story with no real plot. It has many different heartwarming stories as well as heartbreaking stories. One of them is about the old dog Nang-Nak (I think) who would always be laying in the same area when the owner got home. Others aren't about the author's dog and cat at all but rather about others. Such as the one about the cow. The farmer had raised the cow and had her for ten years, intending on butchering her should money ever get tight. But he never had any need to sell her off and grew attached. At the end of the story there's large machinery shown digging a hole and people in hazmat suits. It ends in the words "I miss you". A little research into this one shows that, at the time this particular comic was written, there was a disease going around in the country and many cows were killed due to it even if they weren't ill.

It's well worth the read.

Wolf's Rain

Yeah, this one's an Anime. It's an older one for sure. It's based around a society that's falling into ruin very quickly. A certain species, the Wolves, were killed off by the humans at some point. But a few managed to escape. They are able to blend into society by looking like humans but it isn't perfect. A bunch of these Wolves gather together and set off in search of "Paradise". Along the way, the man who tries his best to stop them from getting to paradise, creates a false "heaven" to try to get back with his lost lover. That's where the song below comes from. No, it's not to offend any of the religions. There's a great story to it. And the song also ties in really well with the end of the anime. It's been a while since I watched it but it was one of my first animes.

Blooming wild flowers

Could you please help me to understand

What it is that makes people want to fight

And makes them want to harm

Blooming sidewalk flowers

Can you see me from where you bloom

Do you know why it is that people cannot see

Why it is that we won't forgive

The summer rain has already gone

Leaving behind blue puddles

Softly they ripple

In the gentle old wind

As I stand right next to them

But they never say anything

Oh flowers, what do you think

When you watch your neighbors wilt

With those gentle green leaves that aren't even able to speak

How do you convey your love

The summer sun is clouded over

And the wind gently blowing

Over the now empty fields

But I have decided

That I will forever sing

For the lost ones who could not speak.

Euterpe - Egoist (English Translated to fit the original song - Guilty Crown Anime)

Heaven's not enough

if when I get there...

just another blue.

And heaven's not enough...

You think you've found it and it loses you.

You've thought of all there is but not enough...

And it loses you in a cloud.

There most every thing is nothing that it seems.

Where you see the things you only want to see.

I'd fly away... to a higher plane... to say words I resist.

To float away, to sigh, to breathe, forget...

Heaven's not enough

If when I'm there I don't remember you.

And heaven does enough...

You think you know it and it uses you.

I saw so many things but like a dream...

Always losing me in a cloud

Cause I couldn't cry, cause I turned away, couldn't see the score

Didn't know the pain of leaving yesterday really far behind

In another life, in another dream, by a different name

Gave it all away for a memory and a quiet lie

And I felt the face of a cold tonight still don't know the score

But I know the pain of leaving everything really far behind

And if I could cry and if I could live what truth I did

Then take me there...

Heaven goodbye...

Heaven's Not Enough - Steve Conte (Wolf's Rain Anime)

The first Alice went walking through the woods of Wonderland

Bravely with a fearsome sword clutched in her fevered hand

She cut down creatures in the way of her unyielding wrath

Creating carnage in her wake by red and bloody path

The first Alice strayed too far and too deep in the wood

It marked her as a sinner and locked her in there for good

Much like the gruesome path that marked her murdering way

Her life remained a mystery until this very day.

The second Alice was a tame and tender gentleman.

Singing songs to all the folks who lived in wonderland

He sang a song so blue to fill his empty little world

Creating sounds of madness waiting to be unfurled

The second Alice was as blue as the roses all around

A madman came to him one day and shot him to the ground

His blood has stained the roses to a bright and a somber red

And all who shunned him loved the roses soiled from what was dead

The third Alice was a young and lovely girl from Wonderland.

A truly pretty creature what's not to understand

She charmed all of her people to her every beck and call

And created a green country that rose above them all

The third Alice soon became this country's sovereign queen

But she would rule her nation lost within her own distorted dream

All she sees is rotting flesh inside her vanity

Afraid of death she ruled in place for all eternity.

Find the bright red forest path that's where the journey starts

A tea party with blue roses is where the forest parts

The invite from the queen it actually was

The trump card; The ace of hearts!

The fourth Alice was a pair of siblings who were twins

Straying into Wonderland is where their tale begins

Curious of its many makings each of them explores

Inquisitive of its many worlds they walked though many doors

The stubborn older sister and the clever younger brother

Were soon to see the nature of the true Alice at hand

But both of them will never wake up from the dream that they had planned

Forever they will wander hopelessly in Wonderland.

(Alice Human Sacrifice - English Version (one of them, at least)

Around the corner, I have a friend in this great city that has no end.

Yet the days go by, and the weeks pass on.

And I never see my old friend's face for life is a swift, terrible race.

He knows I like him just as well, as in the days when I rang his bell.

And he rang mine, but we were younger then and now we are, but tired men.

Tired of playing a foolish game, tired of trying to make a funny name.

Tomorrow, I say I will call on Jim, just to show I am thinking of him.

But tomorrow comes, tomorrow goes and the distance between us grows and grows.

Around the corner, yet miles away here's a telegram, sir, Jim died today.

And that's what we get and deserve in the end, around the corner, a vanished friend.

Seize the day, never have regrets, if you love someone tell them, because tomorrow may be too late...

If all men were angles,

there would be no need

for laws. -Tomas Edison.

"Everyone was a seed at one time. Your seed traveled far and wide looking for a place to grow. Some seeds found fertile lands with just the right amount of sun and water. Others, found themselves in the desert with nothing to drink and far too much sunshine. Still others ended up in a cave where they would receive little water or sun. Some seeds even ended up going in impossible places. They will grow in cracks, holes, even on top of another plant! Where did you grow?" Silvermist464. (Re-post if you believe this is true!)

I grew in a forest. I get plenty of sunlight but not too much. I've experienced droughts, floods, and times of equality. Currently, my forest in experiencing a drought, but I'm holding strong and waiting for every little drop of water.

Alright, so I am planning on deleting some of my stories. Visit the poll, if you haven't, to vote for which ones to keep.

A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan incredibly took out a US $7,000 full page ad in the paper to present this essay
By Jim Willis, 2001
How Could You?

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. ...

Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.

We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a prisoner of love."

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."

You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed, "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.

You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.

At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room.

She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.

As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.

She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago.

She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself --a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.

And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

A note from the Author:

If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American and Canadian animal shelters. Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a noncommercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice. Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay and neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals. Jim Willis