I know you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, but i did do this with The Electric Church and found out that once in a while a cover doesn't lie. < As you can see that cover there is pretty intense and got me wanting to read the book. Especially the thingy on the side that says "Eternal Life can be yours For a price"
The story in this book is a triad of crime,science fiction and thriller. So if you are a fan of one or all of those type of books pick it up. The main character Avery Cates is a bad ass with heart of bronze(he has moments of good). He is a infamous "gunner" and his hired by the police as an assassin to kill off the leader to what is known as The Electric Church. The "Monks" of the church are killers themself...just as the saying says you must die to get eternal life. I don't want to get to in depth or it might give away some of the story. This is just the first in the series and i hope to read the next in the series if i can get my hands on it.
As for Jeff Somers writing...the best way to explain it is Phillip K. Dick meets Chuck Palahniuk. There is plenty of swear words, and plenty of strange devices and names for members of society. Over all this book is by far one of the greatest sci-fi books i have read...although not THE best it is up there and i have read alot of books. For me Jeff Somer in some way has started a new genre "Crime-science fiction" or something of that manner. Lets hope that the second is as good as the first.
So if you like swear words and guns flying and a badass then pick up this book today
Hey everyone who reads my blog. I hope you all had a fabulous Christmas and hope you have wonderful New Year. Did all of you guys get what you wanted if so comment on my blog. I know i got what i wanted. I know this blog isn't really keeping up with the formula of what i wanted but it will get there just give me time.
Forgive me nerdheads for i am rambling....I can not write, I can not write I can not write, why can’t I write. This is very very fruststrayting that I can not write. Perhaps I should just let something flow out of me like it is at this moment. But this is just shit, nothing of importance, I won’t save this maybe I will. This is neither poem nor story its just a rambling, grammar is of little importance. Why can’t I write any of the three stories that have been stuck in my head for weeks. I should be able to get something down, I am a writer, or I’d like to think that I am. I love writing; it is my passion and my soul. Perhaps because I haven’t written down anything in so long my brain has turned on me. I need to write I can feel the withdrawals are getting worse and worse and worse. I am reading a book, but this isn’t helping me with this frustration. God damn what the hell am I going to do. They say this cures writer’s block just typing or writing. But nothing is coming to my head. HAVE I LOST MY FUCKING CREATIVITY. God I hope not. Some people give up writing but I can’t I will not…I will only give it up in death. Does anybody have suggestions on how to get over this painful writers block>
Okay so i am back into the bloging world. Last week was like hell on earth. Finals week killed my creativity and it has yet to rise from the grave. This is really fucking pissing me off because i can't write and writing is what gets me high. So perhaps i am burnt out since have been writing term papers and such. I checked out a boat load of books from the library which i will be reviewing and eventually I'll get to review a few movies as well(they may be old because i can't afford to see the new ones) but they will be reivews none the less. If there are any books or movies you would like to review let me know and i'll give you a spot on this blog. I'll be blogging more randomly now that school is out for the month. See ya next time.
I am so fucking crabby right now. These fucking essays that i have to write take up all my time. I have no fucking free time to write anything at all. i am really really wanting to write this idea that i have had down. BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. FUCKING FINALS, yes i am reapeating my self. But this blog might be deleted after a while anyway. Who wants to read a crabby blogger....okay maybe a few of you nerdheads do. But right now i should change my heading to Uber Crabby.
Keira Knightly(Guinevere) and Clive Owen(King Arthur Castus) star in the movie King Arthur. First off i'd like to say this movie wasn't entirely bad. The main story is about the battles between the Saxons and the Romans. Although it does tell the tale of the "historical" king Arthur, many things were changed for purposes of Hollywood. If you are familiar with the legend of King Arthur you will notice some slight changes. The changes are not bad, just different.The entire cast of the King Arthur legend is there including Merlin, Lancealot, Tristan, Gwaian and Gahaland.The story closely relates to the Malory version of King Arthur....minus his death. The acting and the cinematography was pretty dang good.But most of all if you are a battle scene lover, there is a few of them that are really well done. I honestly think this movie was meant for people who aren't expecting a romance between Arthur and Guinevere, it is there but it is shoved off to the side and not made important until the end. Guinevere in fact kicks some ass herself. Overall i would give this movie a 7/10. So go rent it from the movie store or from the library like i did, it will be to your advantage. This movie was very much worth the procrastination, so go procrastinate what ever you are doing and watch the movie.
Okay so i know that i stated before that i have never really kept up with a blog. But i think this is the longest i have ever kept up with a blog. I am enjoying it really, it helps me write better non-fiction. Once again, i would at this moment be writing a review but i have yet to have time to get to that point. FUCK FINALS. But i will be watching a movie called King Arthur because i am doing a project on him, its sorta pertinent to the project, but not really, i like to say it is so that i can procrastinate while watching. So King Arthur will be my next movie review and Martian Chronicles review will be coming slowly but surely.
Thank you all nerdheads for reading(all 11 of you)
House by the Sea Winston Sorethumb was an individual who many people had come to admire. He was indeed a traveling salesman, but unlike other sales men of his stature, he did not lie to his customers. If in fact the elixir did not work, he did not tell the customer it worked. If the elixir was not more then a bit of whisky watered down, then, in fact, he would tell the customer it was watered down, and for that, he did not make many sales but made lots of friends. Winston wore what some would call a peculiar outfit. Upon his head was black top hats complimented by a blue tuxedo with a red bowtie in the center of his neck right below his Adam’s apple. He had a pair of green eyes that matched the leaves he plucked from the trees and hair the color of a dirt road. On one particular evening, he found himself roaming the countryside of Belgium, and he saw a particular house of interest. A pale green moss covered the house, but it did not make the house look ugly at all, but rather distinguished. The roof was pumpkin orange, which made the distinguished look have an eerie touch. He was carrying his bag full of crumpets and drumets, and elixir and pictures and contraptions of the weird sort, one would wonder how he could fit it all inside the tiny blue bag he carried over his shoulder. This house intrigued Winston so much that he went up to the door and knocked on it three times. It was made from a sort of violet wood, a rare wood, unspeakably rare. He waited a few moments, then peeked his head through the oval window and saw a crooked spine of a man at his desk he was writing something on a piece of parchment paper. The man got up and went to the door Winston smiled blissfully ready to greet the old man, when out flew the piece of parchment paper. Winston picked it up curiously, and on the parchment paper were letters big as a goldfish stating “GO AWAY.” But Winston wasn’t going to go away. He was a persistent man, and with his persistence, he was going to make a sale to this old man who lived in this house whether he liked it or not. Granted the evening was begging to show its true colors and the sky was now shaded with multicolored mostly orange and yellow blots from the sun. Yet he still hadn’t made a sale, and he knew that within these quarters of the house could not be a poor man, but a man who was wealthy. Winston for the second time knocked, with even more power than before, part of the wood chipped as he knocked on the door. He picked it up the piece of wood that fell off the door and stuck inside his blue bag right next to an elixir of a sapphire sliver color. He peeked inside and watched the old man as he wrote energetically with his feather pen. But to Winston’s surprise, the old man had opened the door, and then handed Winston the parchment paper, then quickly shut the door. The words on the paper were quite clear of the old man’s intentions. The words stated: “GO AWAY OR I SHALL BRING MY CANE TO YOUR HEAD.” Winston smiled at the old man’s intentions of bringing his cane to his head. This was much fun for Winston, in fact it’s the most fun he had all year. Winston now more attentive saw that this man was angry and possibly was going to hurt him with his cane. He needed much more of a persuasion to get the man out of his house. But what? Then he looked up and saw that the moss along the side of the house was a makeshift ladder into the attic of the house. But that was Winston’s last thought to enter the house via the attic, but no that would be rude of him. This time instead of knocking he screamed at the top of his lungs “Sir, I mean you no harm” but there was no response. He peered, and saw the old man putting on his white coat and a white hat, and then reaching over into the closet brining out a large curved wooden cane. On top of the wooden cane was a large gold ball which he gripped as he walked toward the door. Winston straightened his jacket and put on a smile, just like he would for any other customer. The door opened slowly, this time the man behind it, could be seen more clearly now. He had wrinkles, which lead to more wrinkles; his eyes were a pale burgundy. There was a strange heavenly glow about him, which Winston could not place. Under his eyes were black strips of sleeplessness. Since Winston was taller then the old man, the old man looked up from underneath Winston and stared for a few moments. Winston still had a beam, but didn’t say anything. “You are a persistent young man aren’t you” Winston just nodded. The old mans clean-cut angry face, now became a large smile. “Do come in, I do wonder what it is that is so important to sell” the old man said. Winston now smiled as he walked into the house he noticed the walls were filled with paintings, paintings of men and women running stark naked, pictures of boats, pictures of animals in the woods. The man now walks toward Winston and pantomimed for him to make his pitch. Winston brought out of his blue bag a picture; the picture was of an ugly woman with warts on her nose, and wrinkles on her face. She wore a transparent vial over her face. He placed it on the floor, “This good sir…” “Is my wife?” the old man said grimly interrupting Winston. Winston stood quietly and let the old man stroke the ugly woman’s face. “My name is Winston Sorethumb, and I do believe, I can’t sell you this painting, for the frame work is done, poorly, but if you would like you can have it for a low cost, I am a traveling salesmen I can not lie to you kind sir” Winston said smiling at the old man. The old man now laughed gingerly. “A sales man that tells the truth, that is a rare site to see, but I am glad that you haven’t lied to me, this painting that you are trying to sell to me, is a picture of my wife“ the old man said. “Your wife it is indeed, I do apologize to you, if you want I can give you the picture for free” The old man nodded his head, he grabbed the picture from the floor, and placed in an empty spot next to paintings of two little girls dancing in the forest. “You are a poet,” Winston mentioned. “Yes yes I am a poet, and now you know it, but I must ask you to leave, for I am off to sea, I am sorry, I do appreciate the company, but I have a journey I must complete ” “Off to sea? You say, but how is this possible, you are far away from the sea, there is no boat or dock to carry you” “Ah but that is were you are wrong, I don’t need a boat or a dock…” “Sorry sir” “That’s quite alright, your persistence, has paid off for you have made a sale, without making money, but now I must ask you to leave if you please if you don’t I will be late.” Winston tipped his hat at the old man, and walked out of the house. Winston felt like he had something missing, something of utter importance, he felt for his blue bag “That’s it” he screamed. He knocked pounding on the door with extreme caution, knocking down more and more wood. But the old man did not answer the door, so Winston of course opened the door but found himself stretching his feet to walk in to the house, because it had now ascended above the ground, he was hanging by the foot of the porch, he looked down and saw the dirt road and trees bellow him, he now climbed and tugged then finally the old man with a face of sternness helped Winston up. He pushed him inside his house and grabbed his cane and whacked it over the head of the traveling salesman. Without saying anything the old man went into the other room and Winston followed “You shouldn’t have come back for your bag Winston” the old man said. He grabbed it and threw it at Winston. “I would have thrown it out my window” Winston nodded. “Why are we up in the air” he said with a frog in his throat. The old man said nothing, just pointed out the window. Sorethumb went to the window of course out of inquisitiveness; he saw nothing but the blue ocean, what is even stranger is that some of the other country houses were doing the exact same thing. Could this be some sort of hoax, Winston thought. Winston sighed, his smile went away and now the old man, had to tell Winston the truth, as Winston had done not too long ago. The old man sighed this time. “Where are we going?” Winston said. “To the house by the sea” the old man said. Now Winston was both excited and nervous, that he was in company of this strange old man, in this outlandish flying house. “Why are there other houses flying, I am very much confused old man” Winston said inquisitively. The old man just laughed a belly laugh. “Well you see, those who travel to the house by the sea, are greeted by a great magician who offers you great peace” Winston smiled. “But if I may say, you seem at peace already, you seem to be a joyful soul, despite your earlier attics” “You are correct to some accord I am going to the house by the sea to be at peace” “You mean?” “It is my time” he pointed out in front of his house. Winston saw a white light beaming through the windows and he opened his eyes widely and then fainted. When he awoke he saw the glimpse of many older men and women, even some young children crowding around him. “Welcome to the house by the sea” an angelic voice said. Winston looked around and saw a man dressed in white, he appeared to have a golden staff of some sort, but his beard was black as ravens. “Am I dead?” Winston asked. But the man didn’t say anything.
I have finally finished this book....it wasn't that long but havn't had much time to read.....without further or due.... lets get to the reviewing
What brought me to this book was the name Ray Bradbury, he is one of the best writers out there today. Now this book is totally non-fiction and is meant as a giant lecture to you about how you should stick to writing and all that good stuff. Let me tell you that his writing in non-fiction is as good as his fiction. He had some great real life stories that he brough into the picture of how he got started writing. He told us of his adventures in Ireland and his Theater of Ideas. I would recommend this book for both writers and non writers. He gives some great insight, for anybody who isn't busy i am sure you can read it in one day. Overall i give this book a 9/10.
Hello Nerdheads and non nerdheads i hope you all had a wonderful holiday. Today I am posting one of my favorite stories that I have written....usaully i am my own ruthless critic. Alright here it is...it is a bit long. Sorry
Moon Children
The moon was shinning bright on my end of the compound. It was the first time that I had seen the moon shinning so bright since I first came into this place. The Moon had been my home since I was a child and now. I was stuck here on Earth, with the others. My brother was already fast asleep in his bed, probably didn’t understand what was going on anyway since he was only 6 years old. I on the other hand couldn’t find the time to fall asleep. My eyes were heavy, yet I felt no need for me to go to sleep. I kept thinking about my house on the Moon and my parents and my friends. One of the guards kept passing by without saying a word. Though we both spoke English it seemed to be a language gap between us, and he merely grunted as warning. The guards were dressed in heavy armor with red breastplates and a blue helmet as well as a white line draped down the leg over a black legging.
The cell that I was in was rather small, there was barley enough room for me to turn around and get into my bed, which was on top of my brothers. There was a small toilet in the corner of the corner of the room. Then there was the window that I was staring out of to see the moon. I didn’t understand why they had taken us to this compound and for that matter it would be hard to find out. I thought I would go to bed and see what happened in the morning. I crawled into bed and wrapped my self in the sheets and closed my eyes.
When I awoke in the morning my brother was sitting on the side of his bed crying. I got up and jumped off the bed and put my arm around him. “What’s wrong Kevin?” I asked. He had the deepest of blues eyes and his hair was a golden yellow. He looks up at me with his blue eyes. “I miss mom and dad” For some reason or another I knew that he was going to say that. As his big brother it was my job to cheer him up, unfourntetly I couldn’t do it. I missed my mom and dad as well and here we were in the middle of a compound for an unknown reason. What was I going to tell him? Everything was going to be all right. I wasn’t going to straight out lie to my little brother. Because the truth was everything wasn’t all right
“You two get up, we are going out to the field” one of the guards said.Kevin looked at me and I nodded to let him know that I was there for him.As we marched out of our cells I noticed other children walking out of theirs. I could feel the tip of the guard’s gun on my spine. Any sudden move I made was going to kill me. Another guard opened the metal doors and led us to a field. But this field wasn’t full of grass and plants and weeds to pluck. But it was a field full of fetuses growing from the ground. I was scared now. I had never seen this kind of thing before. Children being born from the ground? Were we slaves to whoever owned this compound? They separated Kevin and I into two separate rows. “Pluck the children and place them gently into the basket next to you, do not to talk to the other children, do not ask for water and do not laugh” a guard with rocky voice said. I started to pull one of the children from the ground. His foot was bleeding, I took my shirt and whipped it off and placed him in the basket.Then I plucked another child and placed her in the basket.
I looked over my shoulder and saw the girl next to me was struggling to take one of the children out of the ground.If the guards saw me helping her I would surely get shot in the back.But I took the risk. “Need help there” I said. She nodded. I pulled the child out of the ground and placed her in the basket.This was starting to bother me, but my questions weren’t going to be answered. Not so easily. All these innocent children being grown from the ground, what where they going to do with them?After many hours of plucking the children from the ground a loud buzzing sound started to ring. “Move” one of the guards grunted.
The other children must have known the routine because they started to grab their baskets and walk toward a gate that was opening. I followed blindly and I could see Kevin doing the same. We soon arrived at area with large steel pipes, where the other children grabbed a child and placed them inside the pipe and pressed a red button. I stared blankly as the children continued to do so. One of the guards must have spotted me because I could feel his gun against my back. “Why are we doing this?” I blurted out. The guard hit me in the stomach with a baton. I fell to the floor with anguish.“Never question the Moon Children Wisdom” he said. “Can’t you just tell me what’s going on you big grunt” The guard grabbed me by my wrist and placed and electrical bracelet on both hands. Which shocked me and launched me to the ground. “Take him to the Wisdom” I could hear the guard say before I started to black out.
“Take them off, I will make this child learn” I heard a aged voice say. I slowly started open my eyes. I saw an old man staring at me. He had thick white hair and was wearing a blue suit. “Ahh, you aren’t the first to make it to my office child” he said as he ran his hand down my cheek as though trying to make me feel better. “Who are you and why am I in this compound?” I asked screaming loudly.“I am the Wisdom and the reason why you and the others are here is because you are now my slave, and you will be my slave for the rest of your life.” “Slave?” I said. “Yes, I own you and the other children, you were bought, your parents gave you up”
He now walked over to a water cooler and poured water into a cup. He handed me the cup I took it reluctantly. “My parents would never give me or my brother up, they love both of us” “Ah, child, that’s where you are wrong, no parent cares for the children, it is all a lie, a lie that we all live until we are adults and realize our parents hate us”“But why enslave us, and why are you planting children?” The Wisdom started to laugh, and then he instantaneouslygrabbed the cup of water out of my hand and backhanded me causing my lip to bleed. “You are a pest, there is a place for pesky little children like you in this compound”
I was starting to feel as though this man didn’t like children. He was merely enslaving us to do his dirty work. That the US Government praobley didn’t approve us which is why we were in the middle of no-where. The Guard’s red white and blue attire was simply a disguise in case any government officials would come upon the compound. This compound that we were so wrongfully taken too was bigger than it appeared to us. We only knew the garden, launching pad and the cells. But wherever the Wisdom was taking me was some place new. “Come boy, lets see if you will be questioning the Wisdom of the Moon Children now”
He grabbed a hold of my wrist and led me into a dark hallway. The lights were beginning to dim, and then flash bright, than dim again. The hall way smelled like a thousand year worth of sweat. The wisdom than opened a door that had a broken handle. I could see a chair that was draped in old bloodstains. Than I realized what he was going to do. I started to tug, but his grip was too tight. Than I tugged again, still his grip didn’t loosen. My heart started to beat faster and faster.I could feel it as though it was right in the palm of my hand. He placed me hard on the chair then connected me to the chair with two metal rings. I started to worry about my little brother Kevin and how he could along without me. The wisdom than walked over to a string and pulled it down. Releasing a projection screen. “Watch and listen boy” the wisdom said. The old technology of the years before was all around this room. The years leading up to 2020 were hard for us all, which were the years that the moon was colonized. It was an amazement that the old technology was still working. Now in the year 2030, everything on the moon was in ruins and everything on Earth was in chaos, which leads to the Compound.
Suddenly a deep and enchanting voice came on the screen. “Parents, we don’t need them, life is about work, and life is about making the world go round” the voice said. The wisdom than slap me across the face and caused my check to swell up. “Pay attention boy” he said with distain. I tried to keep my eyes glued on the screen but the pictures that kept rolling on it were too much. Dogs were getting kicked, Deer getting shot, and children being thrown across the room. I was getting sick to my stomach like I ate something rotten.Than from nowhere I threw up on the floor, from the sight of all the projection. “Make it stop,” I said screaming loudly. “You see now boy, working for me isn’t so bad” the wisdom said in a kind voice but a slight hint of anger.He stopped the projection and punched me in the stomach. Making me throw up on my self. I could barely stand up much less walk on my own. I grabbed a hold of the Wisdoms arm as a relief, but he threw me off. “Crawl, you Scrowling” he said. The pain in my stomach was too much to bare, but I had prove that I was no longer was a child since the next phase in my life was that of a Guard. I started to get up and ignored the grinding pain in my stomach breathing heavily. I walked with my hand against my stomach as an aide to the pain. I could feel blood boiling up in my mouth so I spit it out onto the floor.I followed the Wisdom back through the dimmed hall, and into the room where we were before. “Now, get back to work Scrowling” I walked out the door and back into the fields, were the other children were still loading the babies.
One of the Guards pushed me and I fell over scrapping my knee on the ground. I than got up and walked over to where I saw Kevin. He looked at me and I could see the pain in his eyes. There was so much pain, that words weren’t needed. Soon on my 18th birthday I would no longer be able to see him and that pained me. Every ticking moment was another moment away from him. Although I was in pain both mentally and physically I kept loading the plant children in metal cylinders and pressing the red button. “Back to the cells with the lot of you” one of the guards said in a thick British accent.I recognized the voice, as a fellow schoolmate from my schooling on the moon it was Nigel Smith. But something had changed since now and then, he was no longer the boy I used to play laser tag with, he was a strict guard with no sentimental feelings towards that of the kids. Trying to uphold his guard status he shoved me along the line making me run into one of the smaller kids.
As we continued to walk back to our cells, I walked with my head down so that the other children couldn’t see my swollen lip. Even though it was pretty obvious I had sustained injury. When both Kevin and I reached our cell, we were each handed a plate with slop. The slop look like it was boiled bird crap. I shoved it away. Ignoring the hunger pains in my stomach. “Dustin, are we ever going to mom and dad again” Kevin said as he sniffed the slop on his spoon. “I don’t know Kevin, but I am going to find a way out of here, not just for us, but for the others” I said. In the past I would have not cared about my brother’s feelings. But this was different, his life was on the line here, nobody could survive this long living on that slop. “Lights out you Scrowlings” the guard said as he turned out our lights.
I made my way to the window and stared at the moon, I had high hopes that I would make it back there one day. Back to my parents home, back to where I grew up, instead of living a life under the Compound, under the rules of the Wisdom. Tomorrow was my birthday and the day I am instantiated as a Guard. I looked over at Kevin who was now sound asleep, with a smile on his face. I thought to myself, he must be dreaming of life on the Moon and how life used to be before the Wisdom, took us to the Compound, before the Moon Children came into existence.
Yes I lived on the moon, but I was not a Moon Child, I was born here on earth, naturally out of my mothers womb, then when I was about 14 when, earth was being forced to colonize on the moon. This Wisdom had so much money and so power, that everybody started to believe he was god, including my parents.
My eyes were beginning to get heavy, so I slowly walked over to my bunk; I patted Kevin on the head. I wrapped myself in the dirty sheets and fell asleep. Not too long after I had drifted off. I heard a loud screaming, a shrill scream. I woke up immediately like the others to see what the ruckus was. I saw from the moon light that The Wisdom was grabbing a boy by his wrist dragging him along on the floor. The boy couldn’t be that much younger than me. But I could tell by his dreary eyes that he was in anguish. I bit my lip and attempted the impossible. “Leave that boy alone” I cried. “What? What? Didn’t you learn, you don’t disobey the Wisdom” he said as he dropped the boy to the ground and kicked him in the stomach. The boy started to spit up blood spitting it out little by little. Then puked all over the Wisdoms shoe. The Wisdom grabbed the boy by the throat and started to choke him. He gagged and gagged; his face began to turn pale. Then the Wisdom released him dropping him to the floor. He rubbed his neck to relive the pain but before he could the wisdom grabbed him by the wrist. He pointed towards me.
My stomach began to turn just seeing the boy in pain. The Guards than opened my cell door, I kissed Kevin on the forehead, letting him know that I was going to be all right. The Guard grabbed me, I knew exactly where I was going. Or at least I thought I did. When we arrived at the hallway, they turned left instead of right opening a door, which was left open a crack. When they opened it more, the smell of rotten bodies could be smelled. The guard threw me in the room. I looked to left of me and there was a dead body, most likely ripe. I could feel my hear beating faster and faster. I ran over to the door but it was locked. I gulped hard. I felt as if the dead body was watching my every move.Every moment I was locked in this room I began to feel as though I had no breathe. I fucked up my chances of getting to become a Guard and freeing all the enslaved children. Then just as I felt like I was grabbing my last breathe of air, the door opened. “Are you alive?” the voice said from behind.I recognized the voice. It was Nigel Smith, had he come to save me I wondered. “I can’t stay long, but I know you want out, tomorrow, if the Wisdom lets you in, I will show you my plan of escaping.” Then I heard his boots scurrying off. He had left the door open. I started to place my hand on the handle of the door. But was suddenly jerked away and thrown on my back. The Wisdom walked in, his hands drenched in spots of blood. I assumed he had done something bad to the kid. He just looked at me with angered eyes and clenched his fists. “My oh my you still havn’t learned your lesson have you boy, maybe a good ol beating to the head will teach you a thing or two” He swung at me hitting me right in the face. Causing a tooth to break, I spit my tooth out at him along with a bit of blood. He whipped it off his face and grabbed me by my collar. “You know, if I decide to let you live, you might become a pretty good Guard” he said. I tried to keep silent, but he then dropped me to the ground.“I am your God, you do no disobey me, do you understand?” he said. “You are god?” I said distastefully. “Yes, you are my slave, and will be until the day you hit 40” This man is insane I thought. He pulled out a small knife and brought it up against my neck.I could smell a distinct cigar smell on his breath. Now I was breathing hard again. Were these my last moments? I thought myself. Then just when he was about to cut my throat he stopped. “Come with me boy, your Guard training starts now” he said. He seemed to be a tad bit friendly now. I followed him reluctantly through the dimmed hallway into another hallway that seemed a lot cleaner. On the walls of this hall way was a picture of the Wisdom holding a child, the ones that we picked out of the ground. He then walked through a metal door, which slide open.
On either side of me were weapons, small and big. Some that I recognized from the Guards uniforms, others I had yet noticed.The ones that the guards had carried were in the center of them.Across the room was a table, in which there was some food. For the first time, I had seen the Wisdom smile reveling his rotting green teeth.“Why did you let me live?” I said hesitantly.The Wisdom placed his hand on my shoulder. “I let you live boy, because you could be a good Guard in this compound, you have potential to be stronger than any other Guard here” He winked puncicating his sentence.The Wisdom said. Right there and then I wanted to punch him. I wanted to make him suffer.But I didn’t act on those thoughts, because he finally had respect for me. With his gained respect as my advantage Nigel and me could plot out a way to get out of the compound and let the government know of the happenings.
The Wisdom lead me to a room with nice soft beds. I could see the other guards were sound asleep. There was an empty bed at the end of itwas a metal container. I opened the metal container to revel the Guards attire. He rubbed my head and said. “Welcome Aboard, in the morning you will learn” he said. I smiled but with uncertainty. I laid on my bed with my hands up against my head as the Wisdom walked out. The window of the room was a lot larger than that of the cell that Kevin and I shared. I could see the moon with a full view. “You miss it don’t you?” a voice whispered. I looked over and saw a guard with a cigarette in his mouth. He had thick black hair was wearing a white under shirt.He held the cigarette on the edge of his mouth.“Yeah, I miss my parents” I said. “Me too” he said. “My names Dustin” I said putting out my hand for a firm handshake. “Names Tony, good luck tomorrow” he said. “Thanks”I laid back and started to drift off.
I woke up abruptly the sound of clanging, and then I realized that it was time for the Guards to get the children ready for picking. So I quickly got up and changed into the uniform. Tony nodded at me as he placed his helmet on. I walked out into the corridor and for the first time I saw the cells from a guard’s point of view.“Lets go you Scrowling” I hear Nigel yell. As I opened the cells, I saw nothing but dread in their eyes. I opened the cell for Kevin he looked at me then started to hug me. “Go to the Garden Scrowling” I said loudly pushing him off softly trying to keep my cover.“Dustin, keep your back Scrowlings away from trouble” I heard the Wisdom say inside my helmet.I keep pushing the children that were behind closer to the door of the Garden. I keep pacing around watching as the children struggled and struggled sweating and I remember I used to be one of those children not even a day ago. They needed freedom from the grips of the Wisdom and quickly. “During Lunching Hour, I will talk to you about the plan” Nigel talked through his teeth. As I walked through the Garden I noticed that one of the children was injured. He was on his knees crying holding his left arm. My first instinct was to help the child and get him a bandage but of course that was impossible in the compound because everybody is told to ignore pain, because pain is a sign of Unfaithfulness. “Scrowling, you know, you should ignore that pain and get back to work” I said. But of course it pained me to say that. I could tell that the blood was seeping through the Childs clothes and that he was going to die if he didn’t receive medical attention quickly. This was something I wasn’t going to let happened, not under my watch I thought. I looked over at Nigel and motioned for him to come towards me. “This Child is injured, he is Unfaithful” I said loudly.The child kicked and screamed and wanted no more pain to be acquired. “Nigel, take the boy and get him stitched up please, I trust you” I said.“Okay” he walked away.
Not too soon after the buzzing sound went off which meant that it was time for the Lunching Hour. I grabbed the children who started to run off toward the electric fence that covered the area between the dessert and the compound’s Garden. After all the children were placed in their cell it was my job to feed them, but of course I had to sneak in the real food, rather than the boiled bird crap. So on each tray I placed a piece of bread lodged inside the gap of the tray.“Dustin, I need you to hurry with the lunch, we have a Unfaithful on our hands” I quickly handed the children their lunches and ran into the dimmed hallway and to the left, entering a door where the Unfaithful child sat alone. He was shaking and smelled as though he had soiled himself, which wasn’t surprising since he was about to be tortured. He looked at me with his bluish green eyes filled with despair and pain. I looked over my shoulder, to make sure nobody was coming, then I un-locked him out the chair. “Do you know who he is?” the child asked, as if I had any insight. “No” I said shamefully. I could hear the foot steps of The Wisdom down the hall. I motioned for the boy to hide behind a table that was at the far left corner of the room. I decided there was no time to waste and I would confront him. I could meet with Tony and Nigel later I thought. “Well, Now, you may leave Dustin…” he paused looked around the room. “Where is the Unfaithful” “Sir?” “You know the child who disobeyed, questioned” I looked over to one side and saw a metal pipe lying on the floor. The only problem was it was out of my reach.
He inched closer and closer to me as I backed up; I felt the pipe behind my heel. But how was I going to distract him, I thought to myself. Then my eyes got a glimpse of the Unfaithful child who was shaking and shivering. “Dustin, why have you portrayed me, don’t you want to live, is your life not important to you, does the life of your brother matter?” he asked with insensitively. “Well sir, the truth of the matter is” his eyes widen as sweat rolled down my face seemingly in slow motion. “I fucking hate you” I said. I went to swing a punch at him, hoping he wouldn’t expect but he grabbed my fist and clenched in his palm, his grip was so hard, I was weezing and coughing as not to show the pain. He let go smiled a green rotten smile, and then punched me in my stomach. I grabbed the pipe and went to swing at his legs but he resisted by grabbing the pipe out of my hands. Then suspiciously I heard gunshots fired and he fell to the floor as the pipe fell out and he screamed out in anguish. Then I looked and saw that Nigel was holding a blue pistol, which was not deadly just used to stun somebody. “Set him in the chair, Dustin, we are going to have fun, Tony is getting the others, so they can watch” Nigel said laughing.
I grabbed the Wisdoms body and placed him in the torture chair. He was slowly gaining consciousness, as the Blue Pistol was not meant for long-term pain. He looked around in a slight daze, and then realized where he was and started to move around, but by this time I had already connected him with the cuff links and the ankle links. I could hear children laughing and singing happily, this was of course the first time in a very long time I heard laughter.“Come on kids, we are going to watch him get tortured, he is now a Scrowling and a Unfaithful” I heard Tony say. Somehow this felt good to me, but on the other hand what effects, would the torture we put him through have on the children. I grabbed Nigel. “I don’t think the kids should watch, maybe Tony should get them ready to go” I whispered, he nodded his head approvingly. He whispered something similar in Tony’s heard, although I had only assumed because it was in audible. Tony lead the children back down the hall. The Wisdom was now panicing , still un-able to speak from his numbness. “Ah, here we are, the tables have turned” I said clenching my fists. Nigel lit up a cigarette and offered it to be I accpected although it wasn’t because I smoked. I lit the cigarette and got close to the Wisdoms face. “How you feeling buddy” I said. Then I placed the cigarette right between his upper lip and nose area. He started to scream and panic, and then I took it off. There was a clear burn mark there now. I than raised my fist and punched him as hard as I could. “S…top…please…I’m” the Wisdom was finally able to speak but with short breathes. His entire mouth was bleeding almost black deep blood. I guess I had punched him hard enough to knock out some of his green rotten teeth. The blood squirted and dripped from his broken nose and cracked lip. His face was almost complexly red.
I looked at Nigel and pantomimed if he wanted a shot, he shook his head. I then grabbed one of his hands and the pipe and bashed his fingers, making them swell, crack and bleed. I looked at his face he had tears rolling down. “Ohh, should I feel sorry for poor Wisdom, and his pain” I said looking at Nigel. He had stood quiet without saying anything or doing anything for that matter. So I was hoping for a response. “Nah, mate, don’t feel bad for him, I thing he enjoys pain” he said cheerfully. I smiled. He then finally decided to join in, he punched theWisdom’s stomach, making him nearly puke up blood. “That’s for the torture you put me through as a kid, you bloody scumbag.” His British heritage was more obvious now than ever. I had guess he was prevented from using any British slang, as the Wisdom was a bigot, and preferred Americans to work him.
I felt like I had life again, my world was no longer in shambles, beating this man, and torturing him nearly to death had in turn giving me life. I felt happier, now Kevin and me could go back home. The Wisdom was now breathing even heavier, probably trying to breathe. “Leave him, lets go” I said.
Then I heard curious footsteps running down the hall, slowly than faster and faster. It stopped at the door. “Dustin Young, you are under arrest” I heard a deep and gravely voice said. I looked over at Nigel he shrugged his shoulders. “Nigel Smith you are free to go” the voice said. Nigel was as shocked as I was. I heard whispers from behind the door, but of course couldn’t hear them. “I’ll go carefully” I said. I opened the door, and mean in military looking outfits were pointing rifles at my head. I got down on my knees and put my hands over my head. I saw some of the men walking with Nigel and talking. “On behalf of the United States of America and the United Kingdom, Dustin Young, you are under arrest for the torture of children and the torture of elders” and that was the last thing I remember hearing. After all I had done, I was in another cell, without the view of the moon.
Well this is hard to write a review or story mostly because i have been tied down with homework. Granted its kind of fun homework but homework none the less. I am in the middle of finishing two books by Ray Bradbury one non-fiction called Zen in the Art of Writing and the other one is called Martian Chronicles, hopefully by next week or so I will have finished one or the other. On a lighter note, tommrow is thanksgiving, its going to be a really cool day
....AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT
okay so i know this sounds uber materalistic but truly i am in a rut what to ask for Hanukkah...there is 3 options. One option is to purchase XBOX 360 which ose whwould be fun to play Fallout 3 and halo and all other games. The second choice is an Ipod touch, which would be valuable because i could carry way more songs on it than i have on my ipod now. The third choice would be to get a phone from Metro PCS and get that 30 dollar a month plan with unlimited text. This choice would be the most usful and most handy. All 3 of them i want badly but sadly can not afford due to my poor student/writer status. FUCK ARNOLD IN THE ARSE WITH A WOODEN ROD......anyway....back to the other rant. If you want to comment on what you think I should ask for go for it.
Next time around will be either a review or a story although i have been told out not to do stories unless i know the people here at blogspot dont claim it as thier own.
Just recently...meaning yesterday I saw Star Trek. Just as a pre-review comment...this is my very first movie review so give me a break if it is craptastic.
As a fan of Lost seeing the name J.J. Abrams directing Star Trek instantly dragged me to want to see it. Although he did not write it, he directed it and made the movie the spectacular piece of gold it is. First off I would like to say the acting in this movie was decent. There was a few cheesey minor actors but besides that nobody really failed at portraying a role. Chris Pine the actor who played James T. Kirk did an excellent job at playing a 25 year old version of Captain Kirk. Although some of the Kirk mannerisms we know are present in this movie, one can claim that the writers Roberto Orci and Alex Kurtzman made the younger Kirk something completely different than the older Kirk that Trekies know and love. The character is very rebellious and must live in his father's shadow.Zachary Quinto who played Spock, did a very good job, he got the voice and the mannerisms down pat right down to Spock's walk. Although he didn't exactly look like Nimoy but it was close enough.Out of all the actors in this movie I thought that Karl Urban did the best job at portraying Bones. He got the voice down, he literally channeled the original actor. The actors who portrayed Chekov, Scottie, Urah and Sulu were pretty good as well. Now the storyline was a bit confusing at times, but then things made sense at the end. If you like action and adventure, then i'd venture to guess you'd love this movie. To me there wasn't a feel of the old Star Trek movies, this one has a lot more action packed moments, such as sword fighting. Overall i would give this movie a 8/10.
Thank you for reading my very first review hopefully it wasn't too painful.
Today, is a day of homework, yes the all mighty homework. Though i must admit that this particular homework assignment isn't as bad as it seems. This homework assignment revolves around one of my favorite stories of all time, King Arthur. I am to compare and contrast the historical Aurthur to the fictional Aurthur. So it isn't bad because it involves two things that i enjoy A LOT history and English. WOOT. It is to be 8 pages long, yeah it sounds kind of long but it isn't going to be dreadful because i will enjoy it....I think.Why can't all homework be this fun? HMM? why do teachers make us suffer with boring homework assignments like "Explain the importance of the fruit on the table...." fuck that. okay...rant over...now on to story. Enjoy :d
On a different note I wil now present to you a story. It isn't too long and i wrote it for class.
The City Gates
It is a dark and gloomy night, and my hands are freezing, the fire in my home isn’t sufficient enough to keep my family warm. My nine children and my wife are all freezing too, but I promised them I would make enough money to purchase blankets to keep them warm. I also promised them I would get them food, but money is scarce, I barely have enough to get me into the city and back. But I must be a faithful husband and father and fulfill my promise. If that means I have to go to extreme measures to get them food I will do it. “Father?” my youngest child Peter questioned.
“Yes my son?”
“Do you have to go far into the city?”
“Yes, the city is where I buy blankets and food for us all”
“Time for bed child” my wife Anna interrupted
I walked into my children’s bedroom but most of the children had already fallen asleep, they are lying with their arms around each other trying to keep themselves warm. The one blanket that my wife and I own we have giving to the children to share.I must leave the house before the morning, so I can arrive at the gates when they open. My wife she is down trodden and melancholy about me leaving the children and her alone. But my oldest son Yuri he is 11 years old and can protect the family with the shotgun I had bought him. The children will not know I am gone, expect for Peter, who had promised to keep the secret.I can’t wait till I arrive with the blankets and food so I can see the smiling beams on the face of my children.
My wife knows of my departure, but will not kiss me goodbye, she feels it is too dangerous. “I must leave now, the morning will come soon,” I said. My wife is not looking at me tonight, she is beautiful and yet she refuses to let me touch her. “Oh Pavel, why must you leave the children and me alone, especially in these dangerous times” she paused. She finaly looked at me for the first time tonight, her eyes gleeming in the moonlight, pretty as ever.“You know it is in the best intrest of you and the children I can not let my family starve.” She turned her head again. I grab her and turn her around so that I am face to face with her. I kiss her passoinatley she retracts at first then engages in the kiss firmly grabbing my cheeks. Our kiss stopped but she grabbed my hand and started to rub it as a tear fell from her eye. I took the hankerchief that was in my pocket and whiped it across her eyes. She smiled brefly. I kissed her forhead without saying a word she waved.
I put on my cap and my coat and exited my home.The dark clouds have now let out their rain. My faithful horse Vlad, will hopefully guide me to the gate by morning. The ride will be dreadful but in the end it will all be worth it. I place the saddle upon Vlad’s back and start to head on my journey. The roads are empty. The light rain fall has now turned into showers, and Vlad is starting to clip clop faster and faster. But we aren’t getting any further on the trail.The city gates seem to be miles off, my estimations were off, I will not make it to the city by morning, I will have to take refudge in one of the smaller villages that I past. It will be the only way to make it to the city, but then my family will worry. I must push Vlad harder then he has ever been pushed before. I can see smoke from one of the villiages, I will stay there till there is light, then I will part and make my way into the city.
As I get closer to the village I am greeted by the cackle of an old woman. “Do you dare leave your family alone”? She spoke with an ear-splitting voice. I stopped Vlad causing him to whine in fear. “What did you say?” I respond She looked from underneath her tattered hood. “I know why you stop here” her face was covered in dirt and grease. I was afraid, my bones were shaking and I was now breathing heavily as my heart thudded against my chest. “Speak! I say”
The old woman points toward the Inn. This was my intention to stay at the Inn and any resistant at the village would guess that a traveler late at night would want to make a rest at the Inn, so she could not be a witch, nor a gypsy fortune teller like I had so foolishly predicted. She was merely just a villager gone insane. I nodded politely to her as she reveled her decrepit mouth to attempt a smile. I placed Vlad on one of the poles and feed him a bit of hay that I found on the floor.
I walk into the inn and only a few faces including a young girl who couldn’t be more then 16 or 17 years old greet me. “May I help you traveler?” her voice is soft and gentle. “Yes I would like to spend the night here at the Inn, but I only have enough to spend at the market tomorrow” I say. She sighed. “I will ask my father, these are not good times for us, we are one to give a home to travelers but it is not usually for free” She left and I sat down at one of the many benches that were spread out in the room. The young girl came back with a brut of a man. He had hairy arms and a hairy face. “You traveler need a home for only one night?” he questioned. I nodded and lent my hand out for a handshake but he did not acknowledge it.“Yes I will let you stay” he smiled big.
I am shown my room for the night. I sleep well and in the morning I awake the sound of mooing cows.I pack my bags but I am not hasty to thank the old brut and his daughter for the free board. As I walk downstairs, they are nowhere to be seen. I then walk outside, and the village is quiet. I hear voices, but they are muted Vlad is still alive but he seems to startled. Then as I walk toward Vlad I notice somebody was on the floor, it is the girl from the Inn she is bleeding from her stomach and unable to talk but still alive, next to her is her father, who is already dead, all four of his limps chopped off. She is crying with every tear comes a heavy breath. “Do not fear young girl I will take you to the city” I said. There are other members of the village that are lying dead or wounded. What could this mean? What is my fate? I thought. The old woman is lying lifeless with her arms and legs beside her.My stomach is beginning to turn and I can barley walk with the young girl over my shoulder. The voices I hear are getting closer and closer. I hop on Vlad and hold the young dying girl in my arm; it is my duty as a citizen to save her life if I can. The city gates are not far, I hope she can manage to stay alive.The cold wind is now breezing up against us, but the rain has stopped.I hear clip clops following me and I turn back to see several men on horseback holding guns. I try to stay calm as we ride faster and faster, the girl slowly dying away.
I started my journey to get food for my family but now I am saving a fellow citizens life. My family would approve of my service but are probably scared just now that I have not returned with their blankets or their food.The men on the horses are gaining on us, but I see the gates of the city are opening from a far. I hear a gunshot then I feel Vlad slow down and whine he falls to the ground knocking the girl and I off. I moan at his bullet wound that had been fired at his back. The men stop suddenly. I can see one of their faces. He is scared heavily across his face. “Do not hurt us, were are but citizens,” I say. My voice is muttered. Vlad has now passed away the bullet had kill him. The girl is still alive.
A single tear comes rolling down my face. “Men do not cry it is but a mere horse you pathetic swine,” the heavily scared man said. He comes closer to us I smell vodka on his breathe. “Stand down” I hear a voice say. It is strong and powerful yet young and undeveloped. I look over and see a solider, the girls eyes widened. “Brother you have come” The man was holding his sword; this battle would be foolish gunpowder against steel. But the scared men and the others dropped their weapons and turned back. I was confused. How could one solider have that much power over several men like that? It is impossible. He lifted Vlad up and his sister and I were able to crawl from underneath. I felt his hand come upon my shoulder. He did not say anything he lifted his sister and walked away, I was alone with Vlad now. I was able to show my suffering, my children cannot know of his terrible death.
I buried him in a place unmarked, but a memorable place, Vlad was like a close friend, but I must continue though the city gates to buy the fruit and blankets. Now that I was here in the city, I checked my pockets for the coins to purchase the items. Down trodden I walked into the market place with the bustling crowd, and found myself staring down a particular vendor. I walked to it and grabbed some fruit and a blanket hoping that the vendor would not notice. But then “Stop Thief” I heard those words and ran past people knocking them down. I heard the footsteps of guards following me.I looked all around for a horse I could borrow or use.
Then I felt a hand tap my shoulder, it was the young solider. I got on hoping that he would take me back to my village and he did. I arrived home. I opened the door and walk through, I saw faces smiling and felt kisses upon my cheeks. I never felt so wonderful then I did at that moment. I pulled out the fruit that I had stolen and the blankets too. But then they looked outside and realize that Vlad was no more. “I had to trade him,” I said. The children’s faces drooped but I reassured them that he was in a better place.
Well here we are again for those of you who know me I start blogs, but I never keep up with them. So once again I will TRY to keep up with this blog. If I get enough people who would like to read my stuff. But enough of that jabber I think I should talk about what you should expect in the next few blogs. As I said in my about me section on here. I am a unpublished writer, but i wish to share with you some of my work. So with that being said, the next few days will be stories I have written. After that I plan on making this a part Uber Nerd Book Review blog. I will occasionally review movies as well, but mostly books. If you like books then stick with me kid, you might go places. Okay well that's it for now have a good night(day,afternoon, morning, week,month,year,semester,)
