<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19329971</id><updated>2011-08-08T10:31:04.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandra / Risatara</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi, Im a teenaged Supergirl trying to learn my power. Im sorry for my bad english, but Im from germany.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risatara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19329971/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risatara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sandra / Risatara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17535902554145650615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19329971.post-115280529154976816</id><published>2006-07-13T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T08:43:09.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little bit</title><content type='html'>(Authors notice: Just think of it as if it was in the january, on the 20th.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flying training starts to get better. Im only doing half the damage I did before. Its still a big problem for me to start and land at the right spots, either, but its getting better, since I can at least land now.&lt;br /&gt;I had to promise Ann to give her the first ride. She never flew before, same as me, but shed like to see the world from above. She would be really angry if I let anybody fly in my arms before her. But theres still some time to that&lt;br /&gt;It seems Im mutating to some kind of transportation-service for her, anyway. We go out to the field every so often to test my new powers, and on such occassions I have to carry her. Since I can lift her with one finger now and run faster then any car its not much of a problem for me, I just hope she doesn't start to think thats the only thing Im good for. We do much too much nonsense, anyway, she likes me to throw huge stones, I dont know why... I also have to do the hard work to get the firewood to get her warm. Then she sits at the fire put in in some layers of clothing, and I train in the area around her, only clothed in my Bikini. We've got a neat place were nobody ever comes by.&lt;br /&gt;While Im talking about Bikinis, I've started to develop. I needed my first real bra. My mother thinks I could develop in a flash, because of my... one of a kind-physics. If that really happens, I could end up a real babe.. I really hope that happens *g*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19329971-115280529154976816?l=risatara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risatara.blogspot.com/feeds/115280529154976816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19329971&amp;postID=115280529154976816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19329971/posts/default/115280529154976816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19329971/posts/default/115280529154976816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risatara.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-little-bit.html' title='Just a little bit'/><author><name>Sandra / Risatara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17535902554145650615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19329971.post-113701192507296996</id><published>2006-01-11T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T14:20:40.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im flying</title><content type='html'>Hi, happy new year..&lt;br /&gt;I had much to do the last days... its much snow around here, and I help with all the stuff that involves, like getting out cars from the sides of the roads. I can lift them so easily it would be really more work to get a tow-truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is going on with me: Im flying. It started on christmas eve. I was watching some silly thing and started to laugh at it, really hard. I was in a really silly mood, you know? I laughed and laughed, til my mother came in, and looked at me in shock. I understand that shock, since I was floating 1m over the sofa I should have been sitting on. That was my first flying, since then I trained it, but Im not getting much better til now... Im bouncing from trees and walls... sometimes I dont bounce from them, but fly through them. I think Id need a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my all-day work, and my tow-truck work I dont use the flying. Im afraid Id hurt somebody. Im really lucky that I didn't hurt somebody yet, in fact. Once while I was training I flew through a tree, cause I saw a jogger coming my way.. I didn't understand it, he was jogging, and it was so cold. OK, I was out in my T-Shirt, but thats something else, isn't it? I watched him, and he really was cute in a kind of way, even if he was much to old for me. I didn't pay enough mind to my flying and flew through a tree. And that tree started to fall exactly in his direction. That time I really was lucky, since I got the landing right the first (and til now last) time, just to catch the tree before it hit him. That would not have been really cool, would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For christmas I not only got my flying powers, but also some other stuff.. mostly books. One was about a girl that was from a long line of Superheros and was depressed at the start since she got none, but then she got them, and the problems started. You might know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got something like a balcon. OK, not yet, but my parents promised me to let it build in for me in spring. They think it will be better if I can start from there, when I can really fly.&lt;br /&gt;My other family really were looking at me like if Im an alien.. OK, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; an alien, but I think they didn't like me that much anymore. Except my grandparents.. the parents of my mother who said it was really good for me to not have to worry of being manhandled or raped or something. And they asked me, if Id come by sometimes, when I started to master the flying. And I promised..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvester was cool, too.. I didnt buy any explosives or stuff, I gave my money for feeding the poor.. But I had more explosives then most, since Ann wanted to try some of those things out on me. I had to hold the things in my hands, and she fired them, so they exploded. They didn't hurt, even as she started to get the ones out that were not allowed in germany, because of the saveness of the people. It only tickled..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats enough for now.. I have to train a little more. CU all&lt;br /&gt;Sandra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19329971-113701192507296996?l=risatara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risatara.blogspot.com/feeds/113701192507296996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19329971&amp;postID=113701192507296996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19329971/posts/default/113701192507296996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19329971/posts/default/113701192507296996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risatara.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-flying.html' title='Im flying'/><author><name>Sandra / Risatara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17535902554145650615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19329971.post-113434152903661428</id><published>2005-12-11T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T14:52:09.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, for my long abscence</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;Im here again, I was away for so long. Sorry for that. I totally forgot to mention my class was going to go to the Alps, for some skiing. I totally forgot that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But many things happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the best of all, Ann is my friend again. We talked about all of it, about where Im from, and the things, and I think its all OK, now.. at least almost OK, Ann still acts a little strange, but not as much as earlier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had a test for my strength. A real test. I have to say my strength increased very much, as much as my speed did, too. Im much faster then a train, or things now, I can go at thousands of kilometers per hour.&lt;br /&gt;And thats what happened: I saw some guy lying on the railroad-track. I saw him from pretty far away, I can tell you. Did I mention my eyes are good now. So good that I can see a fly on the nose of a man, whos 10 kilometers away. It really gets annyoing sometimes, cause I sometimes see things I shouldn't. Or that distract me.&lt;br /&gt;I was alone with Ann, as I saw him, it was while we were talking about me, and I was in a snow-dress, and my face was hidden, to hold it warm. In fact it was to not being recognized as the only one not doing it, as I could be comfortable in a bikini, too. We tested that, since we had a two-bed-room, with a balcon. And long after midnight I put my bikini on, the one I got from my real parents, and got out to stand there, cause I thought it was strange everybody thought it was cold.. It wasn't.. Really I could have stood there for all the night, if it wasn't that boring.. I don't need that much sleep anymore, too.&lt;br /&gt;OK, back to the story, I saw him standing there, And then I saw the train coming from my side to him. As I said before I was alone with Ann, and so I started to run for the train. Now that I think of it, I think it would have been much easier, if I had gotten the guy, but if you have to do something, and you know it, you don't think much..&lt;br /&gt;So I ran for the train, and I got him, and I ahd pretty much of place, so I grabbed the driving-wagon, and hold it, and I put my feet on the ground. First I got a funny tingly feeling, and the train really got slower. As I felt that I could make it, even if it was hard, I recognized the sound of screeching metal. The train was trying to go faster, anyway, so the wheels were spinning over the tracks. But the train got slower anyway, and I stopped it, a good portion before it hit the man. The Driver of the train got a little angry with me, and I needed some seconds to bring him to stop the trains wheels. Then I took him out on one arm, and brought him around two corners, where the man was lying. My X-Ray improved, too, and now I had the sence to look at him. It seemed he was walking there, and got his leg between the tracks, and broke one of them. I let the trains driver hop from my arm, and run back to call an ambulance. Then I thought my Job was done, and I got away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann saw all this, and she thought it really was heroic. I thought it was a stupid thing, cause I couldn't be sure if Id be run over or something..&lt;br /&gt;But I was happy that I could help the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was another thing, that had to do with boys and alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;Some boys had there alcohol with them. It was really much of it. Not only the soft stuff like beer, or wine, but hard stuff like Whiskey, too. And they got me to drink it. I think they wanted to get me drunk. And, whats really annoying, they got Ann to drink it.. The good part was, I wasn't affected at all by it. The bad part was, Ann was.. She was drunk really fast. I acted drunk, too, and the guys started hitting on us, trying to get us to lay down. For... you know for what, I believe. I started to get angry. And Im sure it was not the alcohol, but the guys that were doing that to us. And I got a little angry at Ann, first, cause she was starting to act as if everything was all right. She started to undress, before I was through with getting angry. This time with myself, cause I let them do that to us. I got Anns arm, muttered something like tired, and got her out, just as she was throwing her bra away. What Im really happy about is, that I wasn't affected by the alcohol, and that I got us out before something really started. And that there were no other girls present. On the next day I "visited" our hosts from before, most of them didn't close there balcon-doors properly anyway, and the few who did, were easily opened with some pressing to the door, and some pulling, on the door. Its really easy. I got in and got all the stuff, and got it into the teachers room. They were annoyed, and we got a speech about alcohol in our age, and stuff, and then we were threatened to be sent home if we were found with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I think that ws the important stuff, possibly there will be som other of it next time.&lt;br /&gt;Good night&lt;br /&gt;Sandra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19329971-113434152903661428?l=risatara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risatara.blogspot.com/feeds/113434152903661428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19329971&amp;postID=113434152903661428&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19329971/posts/default/113434152903661428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19329971/posts/default/113434152903661428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risatara.blogspot.com/2005/12/sorry-for-my-long-abscence.html' title='Sorry, for my long abscence'/><author><name>Sandra / Risatara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17535902554145650615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19329971.post-113354605144269658</id><published>2005-12-02T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T10:36:03.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My powers are growing fast</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;since last saturday Im getting stronger and stronger. The car I had a little trouble with last saturday is now almost weightless. My other powers are coming in either. Just today I learned that Im able to see though things. Not thick things just paper or something til now, and I don't know how to control it, it just happened. But I saw the backside of the magazine-side I was reading. And my hearing also increased by much. I can hear all the conversation in the house. Its disturbing, since I can't find out how to block it out. I seem to hear some conversations by random. Its really disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;I started to do weight-training now, my father got me some special weights for my "strength-class". And I really try to use them, and they really are heavy, even for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hear anything from Ann. At school she was avoiding me, at least a little, only telling me she needed to think about being friends with an alien. I can't blame her for that, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry, I have to go, its friday and Im meeting some friends. We want to watch Videos at a friends place. Ann is not coming, she refused, to "think" more.&lt;br /&gt;CU all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19329971-113354605144269658?l=risatara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risatara.blogspot.com/feeds/113354605144269658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19329971&amp;postID=113354605144269658&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19329971/posts/default/113354605144269658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19329971/posts/default/113354605144269658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risatara.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-powers-are-growing-fast.html' title='My powers are growing fast'/><author><name>Sandra / Risatara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17535902554145650615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19329971.post-113337132899898110</id><published>2005-11-30T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T09:22:09.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now it happened</title><content type='html'>Great! Now it happened. Ive had the first real big collateral-damage to my strength, which is increasing every hour at the moment. I mean I got pretty good in the last days to control it, even the increasing stuff, but sometimes I can't control myself. Im really happy I didn't hurt anybody too much.&lt;br /&gt;It happened on my way back from school. First I thought to call in sick on monday, but I believe if I'd hav done this, it would have called suspicions. I never was sick before. Thats not really a plus for a little girl, some times.&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I was walking back from school, with a friend of mine. I was a little sorry, I couldn't tell her, but I decided it would be best. We were going through lonely streets, on mid-day. I was running a little before my friend (lets call her Ann) and heard a loud shriek. As I turned around I saw how she was drawn into an alley. I never believed something like that really could happen to us. And at day.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to help her, even if I was shivering. Knowing you are strong is one thing, but really believing in it is something completely else. I saw how the guy tried to control Ann to get her clothes off, the sick pervert. And I got angry immediately, got to him, and hit him. I was able to control myself just in the last second, otherwise Im sure Id have killed him, but he was unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;That was the good part. Then Ann started to ask me what happened, and how I could have beaten him that hard.. and she.. she shrank away from me. That made me angry. Not at her but at the guy who forced me to show her. I hit a recycling-bin that was standing around there, and it flew out to the street.. and hit a parking car. I didnt stay long enough to know how expensive the whole thing was, I grabbed Ann, and got out. She was asking me questions, mostly some I didn't know the answers to, either, but I tried to answer her as good as I could. After I let go of her she shrank away again. I didn't have much of a choice, I asked her at least to promise me she wouldn't tell anybody, before she ran away. She really ran, I was sad, but what could I do? So I looked after her and turned around to walk home. Im not eager to meet my parents after they heard what happened, either.&lt;br /&gt;So thats how it is, Im not even able to hold a secret for more then three days, I seem to lose a friend for rescuing her, and Im going to be punished for getting angry. I hope not every day, or every second, is like this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19329971-113337132899898110?l=risatara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risatara.blogspot.com/feeds/113337132899898110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19329971&amp;postID=113337132899898110&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19329971/posts/default/113337132899898110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19329971/posts/default/113337132899898110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risatara.blogspot.com/2005/11/now-it-happened.html' title='Now it happened'/><author><name>Sandra / Risatara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17535902554145650615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19329971.post-113317379837772102</id><published>2005-11-28T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T02:41:41.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting started with Superpowers?</title><content type='html'>OK, here I am. My name is Sandra and I had a crazy weekend, and decided to write it down here.&lt;br /&gt;On saturday I had my 14th birthday. Thats nothing uncommon, is it? But as I woke up, I had something like a tingly feeling all over my body. Im not sure what it was, so I got up, showering, getting clothed, though I ripped some Jeans then, thinking they were just plain old and going to breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all not that different from any other day, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were my 'parents' waiting for me, looking at me like I was a monster.. And Im not sure, but Id say I am in some kind of way. Let me tell you first what they did tell me.&lt;br /&gt;They told me, slowly, I didn't have school, the story of my live. I don't want to give it to you fully, but heres the telegram:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Im not terran.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My parents are not my parents&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My real parents are dead&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I should start to get some Superpowers starting at the age of 14.. that was a real shock.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My real parents left me some kind of clothing, and some kind of space-capsule.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; The last thing wasn't that important to me, since the clothing looked like a two-part bathing suit, and I don't look good in such things. Dont have the body for it.&lt;br /&gt;My parents knew much about me, and the powers I should get. And they started to test me. Im pretty strong now. I lifted our car, even if it was a little dificult. And Im faster, too, but not by that much. They told me, they knew from some kind of holografic home-video what I should expect to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;I think that was pretty much all that happened, my father promised to get me some weights, cause I am eager to try how far I can come. Its not like I could go to a gym to train, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, thank you for your patience&lt;br /&gt;Sandra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19329971-113317379837772102?l=risatara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risatara.blogspot.com/feeds/113317379837772102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19329971&amp;postID=113317379837772102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19329971/posts/default/113317379837772102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19329971/posts/default/113317379837772102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risatara.blogspot.com/2005/11/getting-started-with-superpowers.html' title='Getting started with Superpowers?'/><author><name>Sandra / Risatara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17535902554145650615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
