Saturday, July 16, 2016

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Sunday, June 5, 2016

Book Review: Hater by David Moody

My birthday recently came up a few weeks ago, and my parents decided to take me to this store called Hastings. I don't know if where ever you live, you guys have this store but it's amazing! They have everything imaginable in there. Anyways, so I had some birthday money to spend and I decided to look in the book section since well..I love to read. I got two books (not including Hater) and purchased them and all that good stuff.

So I eventually decided Hater would be the first book I read since why not? I do have to say before I move on to the positive things about this book, that there were some adult themes sprinkled throughout the book that I personally had to skip, so if you are my age or you're uncomfortable with reading this type of thing, then this is your warning.  The summary about the book itself was a little hard to grasp when I first picked it up, but after reading the book it was pretty easy to understand once you went back after finishing it.

As for the positive stuff, the plot was AMAZING!!!!! No, more than amazing. SPECTACULAR!! I loved it! It was everything I wanted in a book (since I love horror and mystery) and I couldn't put it down. I think the best part about it was that it seemed to dig deep into the more negative emotions of society and ride on it. Hatred and anger were the key points being focused hence the title "Hater".

The story starts off with the point of view with a side character and goes into detail of the first "hate crime" to occur in this rollercoaster of a book. It's gritty and very detailed and it had me a little disturbed if I had to be completely honest, but I love feeling disturbed. Then the story goes to talk in the main character, Danny's, point of view. Danny works in a dead end job with a crappy boss that he doesn't like. He has a wife and three kids and lives in a dangerous neighborhood inside of a crappy apartment.

After that you start to see the world fall apart as the hate crimes spread and as Danny and his wife witness each happening. Occasionally, throughout the book, we leave Danny's point of view to witness more hate crimes occur.

It gets even better after that, but because I don't want to spoil the end for all you amazing readers out there, you're going to have to go buy it yourself on Amazon.

Now just so I can get you even more hyped about this book: it's a series. This means more madness to come.

I was so satisfied with this book, I would go buy the second in a heartbeat. I would give this a nice ten out of ten.

Sunday, May 15, 2016

All Your Fault


Based off a Pinterest prompt


‘Crunch’ ‘Crunch’
Whooooossshhhhh.
‘Caw.’ ‘Caw’
I shivered jumping at each sound I heard. I used my left hand to fix my coat as I continued on.
‘Crunch.’ ‘Crunch.’
The wind tussled my dirty blonde hair making it get caught in my lip-gloss smeared lips. I brushed it back and heaved the object behind me forward slightly.
Swatting branches away from my face, I stepped into a small clearing. The moon’s ethereal glow shone down on the small pond illuminating the water’s surface. The ground surrounding it sat dark and mysterious.
Hidden deep in the shadows.
I let out a shaky sigh, letting my body move forward with the dead weight behind me.
It’s funny really. A walk in the woods used to be a comforting thing to do. A nice place to escape from the outside world for a few hours at a time.
I finally stood in the middle of the clearing and let my right arm drape limply at my side letting go of the dead weight behind me.
Now that I’m dragging a dead body through the woods, it doesn’t seem as comforting as it used to be.
Ignoring the wobbling sensation in my legs, I grabbed the shovel tied onto the covered figure.
My hands shook as I tried to grip the faux wood handle tightly.
Swallowing, I placed my boot claded foot onto the metal part of the shovel and pushed it down into the dirt.
Bringing the first mound of dirt onto the once shiny metal surface, I got to work.
                                                                        ***
I sniffled as I threw my shovel to the side glancing down at my handiwork.
Glancing into the shallow hole, all I could feel was the stain of guilt on my soul as a tear bubbled down my cheek.
Shuffling my feet around the hole, I slowly made my way towards the covered up figure. Bending down, I removed a corner of the black comforter. I felt my eyes brim with tears and my breathing sped up ten-fold.
Wide hazel eyes stared into my own. Unblinkng.Unseeing. They were in a state of eternal fear.
Dirty blonde hair lay tussled and frizzed from the constant friction of the blanket. I let my glove claded hand gently caress the now ice-cold skin signaling the immenent ruling of death.
A small tear ran down my face and landed on the girls cheek. It rolled off slowly as her expression remained the same.
“ I’m so sorry Hailey. I’m so sorry I didn’t protect you like I should have.” I swallowed.
Having to take a second to breath, I made sure my throat didn’t feel as clogged up before speaking once again.
I hung my head down in shame as I took a large shaky breath.
“ I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you from dad. I was supposed to protect you. If you see mom up there tell her I said hi okay?”
I bit my bottom lip.
“ I love you sis. Wish me luck. I should see you soon. “ I said with a grim smile.
Covering her face back up, I stood up with one fluid motion and threw my sister in the makeshift hole.
I winced as her limp body connected with the cold hard ground with a loud thump.
I finally let the rest of my tears fall in complete silence and eternal agony and I shoveled the mound of dirt I had dug out back into place.
Each mound of dirt that hot Hailey’s body produced a brand new stab wound in my already damaged heart.
I didn’t finish until morning.
                                                             ***
My weary body finally made it back to the front door of my run down suburban household that I had grew to love and then to hate.
Bending with a groan, I grasped the doormat so I could grab a silver key laying underneath it. I unlocked the door and stepped inside.
The smell of alcohol and ciggerattes was the first smell that hit me. Yet I didn’t even give a second glance.
I had grown used to it.
Stepping over empty beer bottles and cans, vodka bottles, wine bottles, empty pizza boxes, dirty clothes, and other pieces of filth, I made my way into the family room.
The man who was supposed to be my, our protecter, lay snoring in his recliner. I glared at him.
He was a cold-blooded murderer in my eyes.
He lay in a dirty white tank top and boxers. A bottle half full of beer hung dangerously between his nimble fingers.
Fingers that were once used for care are now used for destruction.
A loud snore erupted from his mouth shaking me out of my stupor. Walking quickly, I made my way down the hallway towards my bedroom. The one my sister and I used to share.
Opening the door, I stepped over dirty clothes, broken wood and glass, ripped blankets, and more trash.
I made my way to the closet on the far side of the room and opened the dirty white door slowly.
It was the only clean part of the house left. It was empty save for a long brown rope tied into a noose.
I gingerly grabbed it off the floor and without really thinking, I threw it over the highest bar in the closet and tied the end tight.
Walking out, I grabbed  an old wooden chair missing it’s right front leg and made my way back to the closet.
Standing on the chair, I stood on my toes and grabbed the rope bringing it down to my neck.
I placed it over my head with ease ignoring the itchy feeling of it against my neck. Letting my hands drop shakily to my sides, I took a deep breath and kicked the chair from beneath my feet.
For a split second I couldn’t feel anything. Like I was weightless. Then as quickly as it had come, it ceased leaving me without air in my lungs.
I struggled, flailing in the air and I could see as my vision continued to darken with each passing second. I felt my mouth gasp for air, but none was coming in.
The last thing I saw was my sister, Hailey. She was smiling. Her green eyes sparkled and her blonde hair sat in waves.
She was just as I remembered her.
I felt her warm embrace as my body shut down.
“Come on Hanna. Let’s go home.”
Then everything went white.
                                                                        ***
The fan hanging from the ceiling sputtered and jerked causing the occupant in the leather recliner below it to awake.
His bloodshot eyes stared at the dirty white ceiling as he groaned in pain. Streching, he made his way out of the recliner wobbling slightly on his feet.
He grunted. In his rare moment of being sober, he headache pounded mercissley against his skull and he desperately wished for another drink.
Walking into the kitchen and into the fridge, he dug around for a left over beer. When he didn’t see one he squinted his eyes and looked more frantically.
Growling even deeper, he slammed the refriderator door shut and proceeded to ransack the cabinents.
When he didn’t find anything in there, he turned his angry, bloodshot eyes towards his two daughters bedroom door.
“ Hailey1 Hanna! Go buy more alcohol right now!”
When he didn’t get an answer he shuffled forward gripping the counter with an iron grip. He slurred out a heavy coated yell waiting for a response.
Nothing came once again.
Pushing himself upright, he walked even faster through the trash covered hallway tripping and sprawling occasionally.
By the time he reached the door, he was cursing and yelling through the empty house. He rapped on the door with a loud bang.
“ Alright you little shitheads! Go get me some alcohol now or you’re in big trouble!”
When he once again got no answer, he pushed open the door with a bang. It was then in his half-drunken state of being, that he noticed the room was just as dirty as the house. Choosing to ignore it in favor of getting his delicious drink down his throat, he looked around the room with an irritated and angry glance.
He kicked at a pile of clothes in front of him sending them flying into the air. He was about to scrounge around the house to look for even a sliver of alcohol and deal with his incompentent children later, but it was then he heard a faint sound.
‘Creeeaaakkkk’
It was coming from his right.
‘Creak’ ‘Creak’
He started stepping in the general direction slowly. It was coming from the closet. He stood in front of it and grasped the knob firmly with a smirk in his face.
So this was where the little assholes were hiding.
He opened it.
‘Creeeeaaakkkk’
And it was then a part of him: the fatherly side of him, snapped and he screamed louder than he had ever screamed in his entire life.
What he remembered afterwards made him scream even louder.
He couldn’t stop looking at Hanna’s face. Green eyes bulged out, unseeing. Dirty blonde hair lay sprawled across her dirt smeared face.
When he glanced down at his hands, he couldn’t help but sob. Now he couldn’t stop remembering Hailey.
The way her green eyes bulged out in horror.
The way her hair lay in a blonde fan as she gasped for air.
The way his hands curled around her delicate neck sqeezing the life out of her in a drunken state of rage.
He could remember Hanna screaming in the background.
He remembered the last bit of life draining from Hailey’s eyes. They way she just went limp.
He remembered screaming at a sobbing Hanna to go bury the bitch as he went to go take a nap.
And now he was paying the price.
Now both his daughters were dead.
His twin daughters were both dead.

All because of him.

Monday, May 9, 2016

I Didn't Know The Feeling Of Love, Then I Met You

Based solely off a poem I wrote for English that spawned into something more.

I did not know what the feeling of love is was like
To feel the terrified beating of your heart
To feel the breath in your chest start to hike
To watch as they walk away, allowing your heart to restart

I did not know what it was like to have them consume my thoughts
At every waking moment, day or night
I did not know what it was like to stare at them and be caught
I did not know what it was like to be in the dark and have them be your only light

I did not know what it was like to see the world in color
So bright, it seems to burn your eyes
All the colors in the world to me seem duller
I did not know what it was like to feel affection and sigh

I did not know what it was like to have your heart flutter like the wings of a dove
For I did not know the feeling of love.

And then you came along
In all of your magnificent glory
Singing a joyful song
And through that you told me a story

You were someone unique
Someone I could never be
You had a light everyone sought to seek
And I watched you. Seeing

I was always that girl in the back of the class
Reading books as an escape
That girl who had a heart made of glass
And I stared at you in awe, mouth agape

I wished for you to see me
That’s something that could never be

Many months passed with no introduction
I knew everything about you
You seemed to be like a poison. A perfect cause of destruction
And yet you knew nothing about me. You never do

I watched you move on with life
As I sat in fright
This filled me with complete strife
As I watched you continuously flee from my sight

And suddenly one day you came up to me
With that bright smile on those charming lips
You asked me to go on a date. It was more like a plea
I couldn’t say no. I had dreamed of this.

So we went to the movies and I had a blast.
Slowly we got together things moved fast

I realized something as time went on
I never knew how to love
Love to me was more like a con
I knew the feelings, but for years my heart never fluttered like a dove

Until I met you
Then things took a brighter turn
I never knew how this could really feel. I never had a clue
It always seemed like an inferno set in my body. Something that always seemed to burn

You showed me how to love
To know I was always able to
You showed me to the clouds and above
You made my head spin and you still do

So I thank you
For helping me understand my ability to love was true


I love you

Sunday, May 8, 2016

Book Review: Unwind by Neil Shusterman




So I just recently finished reading the first book of the Unwind series and I have to say it was a really enjoyable read. I'm the type of person who is pretty picky about what I choose to read, but I have to say it kept me on the edge of my seat. I ended up getting a chance to finish it in my French class since we had a lot of free time and I absolutely loved it. I'm actually reading the second book, UnWholly, right now which is pretty good so far.

Onto the actual book itself, I loved how the characters were teens themselves (which I always do since I'm a teen myself) and I loved how during the whole book in general their overall characters seemed to grow and mature as more hardships were thrown their way, but they still kept their personality's in the mix of everything.

Then even better was how original it was! I've never seen something about kids at the age of thirteen or older are instead unwound instead of aborted at a young age. There body parts are then sold around the world for people who eventually will need them later. Those are for the Unwinds however.

As for tithes, they are forced to be unwound because of religious purposes and are brainwashed into thinking this is their life in general. This is what they were meant to do. This was something I also found slightly interesting about this book.

As for the characters, Conner, Lev (full name Levi), and Risa are all AWOL Unwinds/Tithes looking to escape their fate until the age of eighteen. Conner and Risa are Unwinds while Lev was a tithe in the beginning.

They go through this whole major adventure, get saved, and go through another major one until the end of the book. I'm choosing not to give the rest of the book away, because I really want you to read the book and I know how it feels to get the whole book basically ruined for me. I hate it and everyone who is a bookworm like I am hates it too, so I'll spare you the anger.

I actually ended up hearing about this book because of a short film on YouTube named Unwind, which I really think you should check out and when my friend finally told me months later to give it a try, I did and I absolutely loved it.

If you like dystopian/adventure novels like I do, then this is a really awesome read. If you do like the first book, give the rest of the series a try.

The book is about 384 pages long and it's only $9.99 for Kindle, $7.31 for Paperback, and $13.92 for Hardcover on Amazon. I definitely recommend this book. As for a scale of 1-10 this deserves a 10.






Around and Around We Go

Originally a story for my science class about the rock cycle.



The sky was dark like a mafic type of rock as small dots of light, stars, shone through.  There was no moon tonight on planet Valareel.
The air was crisp and cold. All seemed silent until muffled sound sliced through it.
They were chants of praise.
A light broke thorough the darkness, down near the horizon. No more than a mere speck in the dawning twilight.
I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
Urging my horse forward, I bounced alone with her as her hooves clomped softly against the thick sand.
We reached the beacon of light moments later and I finally realized it was a stadium. Ignoring the loud cheers coming from inside, I took a moment to look at the stadium fully.
Despite the dark sky, the stadium was a bright felsic type of color. Marble maybe. White stared at me from all directions clan and pristine despite the dirty sand surrounding it.
“ May I help you?”
I whipped my head around to see a broad man dressed in all black. His thick meaty arms were crossed and his pinched brown eyes stared into my own.
I swallowed what little saliva I had left in my mouth and started speaking. “ Actually yes. I was just passing through and I need a place to sleep for the night. Would you know of any places in particular?”
The man grunted. “ Sorry ma’am. You aren’t going to find one open place at this time of night. Most hotels within a couple miles are closed. The wolves like to prowl around this time.”
I sighed, deflated by the news, but I had barely opened my mouth to thank the man, when he stopped me by speaking once again.
“ You seem like a harmless young lady so for a price you can stay at my place for the night. It’s not the fanciest place ever, but it’ll do.”
I blinked my eyes in surprise and then thanked the man purfurously with a grin.
He waved off my signs of gratitude. “ Don’t mention it. I’m not getting off of work for another two hours so go watch the show. It’s our main attraction here in Valareel after all.”
The cheers intensified.
He smiled showing off a row of yellowing teeth. “ Sounds like something exciting is happening. Go on. I’ll take your horse somewhere safe.”
I nodded as I jumped off my horse and landed on the ground with a dull thud. He walked towards my horse and grasped her reins gently, ready to take off.
“ Wait sir!” I shouted before he took a step into the darkness.
He turned towards me brows furrowing. “ Yeah?”
I swallowed. “ What’s you’re name?”
He grinned. “ Obi.”
“ Em.” I said adjusting the shawl covering my neck and part of my face.
“ Go enjoy the show! It’s not going to last much longer.” He said walking away.
I didn’t say anything further as I watched him guide my horse through the darkness until I could see neither of them anymore.
Another round of cheers and screams pierced the air.
Snapping myself out of my intrusive state of being, I made my way into the well-lit stadium.
Stepping inside, I was immediately assaulted my noise.
Pure, uncontained noise.
I had the urge to cover my ears, but I refrained as I stared at what was in front of me. All I could see were chipped wooden beams supporting seats that seemed to stretch to eternity.
I started walking towards my left; wincing each time another scream pierced the ear destroying my sensitive hearing.
Emerging into the light, I shielded my eyes as I looked around. Hundreds of people filled the stands. Men, women, children, you name it. All of their eyes were focused upon an arena set up on the other side.
Rocks and sand surrounded the closed off area. It was weathered and eroded from years of use and happened to be empty save for a man brushing sand over something with a broom.
I saw a flash of red.
‘Blood’ my mind supplied.
I looked away.
I went to go find a seat and I happened to be lucky enough to find several empty seats located in the front row.
Sitting down, I gripped the hem of my dirty white dress and shifted nervously.
It was then when I finally took a moment to make out the unintelligible garble of the screaming and shouting, I realized they were chanting.
Three names to be exact.
I couldn’t make them out very well considering voices upon voices piled upon each other, but as it became faster and faster; I was forced to cover my ears.
Then a scratchy male voice came over the speakers silencing everyone mid-chant.
“ Ladies and gentleman. Boys and girls. I know your all excited. Impatient dare I say?”
Someone yelled loudly.
“ Well the wait is over! Please give a warm welcome to three of the best fighters in the universe The Rock Trio!”
The crowd roared and stomped there feet as three young boys stepped out into the stadium waving and smiling. They had to be no more than sixteen years old.
I furrowed my brows as I turned to someone sitting next to me. I tapped them on the shoulder and he turned around with an air of curiosity around him.
He smiled. “ What’s up?”
I had to strain my ears to hear him as the screaming intensified. “Would you mind telling me who the Rock Trio is?”
The man looked shocked for a second. Then his smile seemed to widen. “ Oh you must not be from around here. The Rock Trio is one of the best fighting groups of all time. The one with the black hair and all the speckles of color is Sed. He’s pretty tough, but a sweetheart according to most.”
He pointed to one of the other boys in the middle. “ That one over there with the white hair with all the flecks of color is Iggy. He’s pretty much a total softie but he’s a darn good fighter.”
Then he pointed to the last boy. “ That one right there with the black and purple hair cut into layered kind of foliated strips is Met. Now he’s the serious one in the group. He the guy you don’t want to mess with in the slightest.”
As I gazed on each boy the man had pointed out to me, I could hear as the screams and pounding tripled in sound.
All three boys smiled at one another. A mic dropped from the ceiling and landed in Met’s hand. He tapped once. Twice. Then he started speaking causing everyone to be quiet as they listened.
“ It sounds like you guys are hyped up!”
The crowd screamed.
He laughed. “ I am too. I’m ready to fight. What about you two? Iggy? Sed?”
Both boys nodded with feral grins. As Met released the mic, it was sent back up into the celling and all three arranged themselves in some sort of triangle facing one another from each direction.
The voice from the speakers came back. “ Let the games begin! One!”
The crowd bounced and yelled even louder. I even saw someone rip of his or her shirt in complete anticipation.
“ Two!”
I could feel the thickness of everyone’s excitement fill my lungs.
“ Three!”
Suddenly everyone seemed to go silent.
“ Fight!”
And that was all it took to get them started. The crowd roared as Iggy made his first move going after Sed.
He seemed to disappear in a flash and reappear again punching Sed square in the chest. Sed flew through the air and into one of the stadium walls producing a large crack that split down the middle.
The crowd gasped. Sed got up with ease and sent his angry glare towards Iggy as he held his arm.
He smirked.
“ Is that all you got shrimp?”
Sed rushed towards Iggy as he readied himself for the oncoming attack. Then he struck by punching repeatedly at Sed.
Sed tried to throw a few punches himself, but only succeeded in gaining more blows to himself.
Yet he still held on strong.
Pieces of skin and blood seemed to chip away slowly causing blood to run down his arms and into the sleeves of his black T-shirt.
Then for some inexplicable reason, he laughed. He laughed.
Then he turned his attention to Iggy and managed to get one really good kick in knocking Iggy down. Bringing down his arms he laughed again and suddenly as powerful shockwave shook the stadium causing some people that were standing to fall.
Sed grabbed Iggy by the arms and flung him over his shoulder and onto the ground.
The air around him seemed to electrify as he gazed down on his opponent. “ Come on Igs. You should know by now that if you hit me with one power enough times, the levels in my amulet will rise. When it reaches it’s limit I’m able absorb whatever power you were using and make it better.”
He tutted. “ Bad mistake on you’re part.”
Suddenly a bright white light started glowing from his chest and his right hand seemed to be…. enlarging.
He grinned. Raising his hand high in the air, he brought it down without hesitation as Iggy’s body was seemingly smashed under the heavy pressure of muscle and bones.
The crowd seemed not find anything wrong while I the other hand wanted to run and stop this match once and for all.
Then something seemed to lift Sed’s hand enough to leave a small gap to escape from. Iggy managed to roll away from under Sed’s hand without much strain.
He jumped up and glared as Sed’s hand shrunk back to its normal size. He didn’t get to bask in the glory long because at that moment Met rammed into his side like a fireball filled to the brim with boiling hot magma.
Sed crashed to the ground groaning in pain as Met landed with the fire dissipating. With some difficulty, Sed managed to get up with a glare and frown marring his angular face.
Met smirked and charged up another fireball that covered his whole body in a magnitude of flames.
Sed chuckled and made both his left and right hand bigger. They stood and leveled each other off with their gazes.
Then they lunged.
Sed swatted at Met as he dodged and increased the heat of his attack. They continued this intricate dance for seemed like forever.
It entranced the audience and I as we watched fascinated.
Then just as suddenly as it had begun it ended just as quickly with a shockwave that sent both participants flying across the field hitting the walls full of sediment.
Both slid to the ground and groaned, but they got up and stared at each other from across the field.
Met heated a part of his hand up staring Sed down. Then with supernatural speed, he ran forward with a loud war cry. Sed did the same.
They were about to meet in the middle in a final deathblow, when Iggy stepped right in the middle and in one fluid motion, he flipped Sed out of the way and took the fire punch from Met.
This caused another shockwave to be produced that was stronger from the previous ones. Then a dim white light filled the stadium that steadily grew brighter with each passing second causing me and everyone else to close their eyes.
When everyone looked again, instead of a pale faced Iggy staring back at them, glassy black skin stood out against pale red eyes. I couldn’t help but think the texture of his skin looked like my favorite rock: obsidian.
He smiled and punched the ground sending both Sed and Met to the floor. Before either one of them could get up, he punched both unconscious forcefully.
The crowd sat stunned as the same dull white light from before surrounded his figure. It dissipated showing his full figure back to normal just as before.
Then the crowd roared and I sat in stunned silence as people jumped up and down shaking the stands.
The voice came over the intercom again. “ Well ladies and gentleman we have a winner! Congratulations Iggy! Now if everyone could leave the stadium in an orderly fashion…”
I couldn’t hear anything further because it was then that people started leaving the stadium anyways making noises. I stood up and while fixing my shawl and took a quick glance at the arena.
Met and Sed were both being taken to the Infirmary on stretchers while Iggy lagged behind with a small grin on his face.
I blinked and followed the crowd outside listening to snippets of conversation take place about the recent fight.
“ Em!”
I spun around to see Obi with a grin on his face. Stopping in front of me he raised an eyebrow.
“ So how did you enjoy the fight? It seemed to be a good one based on the talk going around.”
I smiled and looked at the stadium one last time. “ It was actually pretty interesting. I have to say you lead me in the right direction.”
He laughed. “ Come on. You must be tired.”

And then we left. Leaving the whispering remnants of an exciting fight behind us.