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I couldn’t remember much after the experiment.It went dangerously wrong, but that wasn’t the curse released upon us, the experiment gave me only minor burns but burned half the faces off of the majority of the people researching something that I cant seem to remember. The curse came much later.  My eyes have grown weary from all the studying, I was one of those students if I did not study Id failed terribly. It was my second year of college, not sure how a managed to get this far.  “Get to class!” one of the student yelled, well not a just a student my best friend, his name was Garyson a vary strange name not that it was a bad name, it was okay it just didn’t appeal to me. I found out his name meant son of the gray haired one. On my way to class I noticed the jocks where skipping class not like anyone cared any way most of them just got a free ride to college because how grate they where at football or any other sport, the majority couldn’t speck proper English, well I couldn’t much ether but it wasn’t as bad as there’s. They watched me as I pass by them trying to ignore their prying eyes. I couldn’t help but wonder what they where thanking. I finally reached the last door on the left “astrophysics class”. I moaned in disappointment. I opened the door slowly trying to not disturb anyone. They all gazed in my direction. “Oh pleas stop” I murmured.  It was like they where seeing into my vary soul, it gave me the chills just thanking about it.  I crept to my seat. The room had five large steps and on them where long black tables with ten chars at each one. It was an odd arrangement. I took my seat closest to the window. Usually Grayson would take the seat next to me, but a pretty new student that I had not seen walk in sat beside me. I couldn’t help but blush a little.  She turned her head towards me. “Is this astrophysics?” she asked softly. I could feel my check getting hot. “Yes ” I replied. “What’s your name?”  I managed to ask. It was strange usually I had trouble taking to anyone because I was painfully shy but it must have been something about her. She had beautiful blue eyes and blue-black hair, and a thin small frame; she seemed to be only about five foot three.“Akemi.” She said gracefully. “What’s yours.” she asked “Asher” I replied. The door shut and the teacher, Mr. crown walked in with his professor robe and his unmanageable hair. He was an older man rather slender and vary tall about six four, he towered over most of us. He didn’t say a word he just wrote what we where to work on the bored then left us to our own devices.



lately Iv been trying to write but  my dyslexia is bugging the crap out of me.  I was doing good but now every word seems to be misspelled. cant give up. 😦  if there was something to make it easier to deal with dyslexia.          

What is dyslxia?

Day 2: For thews who don’t know what dyslexia here is sort definition from Bing Dictionary 

impaired ability to understand written language: a learning disorder marked by a severe difficulty in recognizing and understanding written language, leading to spelling and writing

problems. It is not caused by low intelligence or brain damage.


If you a person who loves to write or read, and you  have dyslexia it can be vary stressful.  most dyslexics spell words how they sound and as there introduced to the complicated English language it make it much harder. All the Ch, Ph, Th and silent words. When I was younger I would spell plumb , plum it has that b that seems useless. If you young Id recommend you get in a program to help you with your dyslexia it has helped me but I steel face the frustrating English language, and have multiple spelling for one word, and grammar issues. In some cases some peoples dyslexia can  leave them. The majority this will not happen, like me you will face lodes of grammar issues, and have to develop strange way to remember how to spell words.

Some say that dyslexia is a gift, dyslexics in studies say they use more of the creative side of there brain, I’m not sure if that true. In my family I’m told that I’m the most creative, but that doesn’t prove that theory. My Dyslexia is inherited, not sure witch side of the family it came from. Some Dyslexic authors  include Agatha Christie, Jules Verne,Blake Charlton, and some others.When I was about 4 to 6 my dyslexia was at it worse, looking back at my old drawling with word on them. Egypt was tpygE, and there was more. Thanks to cretin programs it not as bad but it is steel vary stressful. 



Day one: Here is an overview of what Iv been through, About two years ago almost three I started a novel. It was inspired by a dream,  literary a dream the kind when you sleep. I classified it under Sci-fi. It was about this girl who’s parents had died, and she had to stay with her grandparents. She tries to figure out how here parents died. On one day after school she starts to hear things. She discover her grandparents torn to bits, and something is in the garage. Sadly I rewrote this one so meany times the story kept changing. Then writers block hit.

Now I have another project I’m working on alone with another. Not as gory as the first project. I found It easier to get more ideas out if I had more than one  project. Writer’s block was depressing, and for me to get out of it I shunned the major project after reaching 57 pages. During the two years I studied more about writers block but nothing worked. I developed my own method. I learned a lode of things to improved my writing as well in the two years. I will tell more about my current projects and what Iv learned. I will also keep you up to date on the projects. Plus How it is to be dyslexic and writing,the struggles I face each day.