All righty now. I have buckled down and I think I can do a review on Divergent by Veronica Roth. Possibly. :)
So the plot is fairly simple, nothing too complex.
Tris lives in a society divided into five factions: Abnegation, selflessness, Amity, kindness, Candor, truth, Erudite, knowledge, and Dauntless, courage. (Each faction is defined by a trait.) Tris lives in Abnegation, but at age 16, you choose to either change factions or stay in your faction. Tris chooses to become Dauntless. But…extra complications make it difficult for Tris to fit in. She is Divergent. The whole system revolves around being able to fit in, to be controlled. Being Divergent means you can't be controlled. Divergents are killed, essentially, or experimented on. But, Tris keeps her Divergency a secret, like she should. She even succeeds in ranking first in her initiation, and is accepted to Dauntless. The rest I will not disclose. :D
So. This book is good. It was written well, it was entertaining, it was suspenseful. It had good romance, vivid characters, and a good (ish) ending.
The bad part? It didn't really have an overall message. (Well, not that I could tell) The Hunger Games, war is bad is clearly the message. Eragon, you gotta do what you gotta do, even if it's hard. Inkheart, the grass is always greener on the other side. I suppose you could say that Divergent's message is don't fit in.
That's about it, that I could think of.
Another thing. I hate it when people say, "Divergent is just like the Hunger Games."
Besides the fact that they both star a female who has to make several choices, I do not see the comparison.
Sometimes people argue the fact that they didn't fit in, didn't conform.
Alright. Tris didn't conform. Katniss did.
Think about it, Katniss was against the Capitol, and when picked for the games, did exactly what they wanted her to do, kill people. Sure, she was slightly rebellious, but not until the third book.
Sorry, the Hunger Games and Divergent are not even comparable.
I apologize for the hater's rant.
Happy Writing!
Scarlet
Monday, 24 February 2014
Sunday, 16 February 2014
Review 0005: Ender’s Game
I just realized I haven’t done a review in a long time. And being unable to actually write a good review on Divergent by Veronica Roth, I chose the next best (perhaps the best) book, Ender’s Game.
I read Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card in a matter of two days. (I perhaps shouldn’t have stayed up so late to finish it, but, eh…it all turned out fine in the end, yeah?)
So yes, this book. This book is amazing. I found out about because the movie just came out, and I saw Asa Butterfield was going to play Ender and I went out and tried (Unsuccessfully) to buy the book. Luckily, I got it for Christmas. :)
But, I digress. So let me just give you a brief summary of the plot.
The book picks up after an alien V. human war. The humans won only because a great commander, Mazer Rackham, defeated them. The “buggers” are planning to strike again, but this time, the humans don’t have a Mazer Rackham. Now, they have to find another commander like Rackham. So this genius (Andrew “Ender" Wiggin) is monitered by the International Fleet. They come and take him away to Battle School, where he trains to be an officer till he’s 16. So, there are a lot of skirmishes between him and the other boys in the first half of the book because he’s so much better than them. In the second half, finally, he’s taken to this planet to finish training. He is trained by the great Mazer Rackham himself. The ending…well, let’s not give it away, eh?
(But I will say this, I loved the ending. It was perfect. And you know what else is perfect? There are four books in the series and then a parallel series. My day has been made. :D)
Before I continue, I must relate a rather irritating encounter last Saturday. So last Saturday, my youth group had a movie night. (In the day, but still…) So the choices were Man of Steel, Thor: The Dark World, or Ender’s Game. So tons of people go, ‘What the heck is Ender’s Game?’
Someone answered, “It’s about this genetically mutated alien turned boy who is taken by the humans and forced to destroy the aliens.”
My reaction?
I think I might have been inwardly cursing, too. :D If your interested, we ended up watching Thor 2. Only me, this guy, and my youth minister voted for Ender’s Game. (Man of Steel got zero votes.)
But, as I said, I really enjoyed this book. For one thing, it was very entertaining. And from that very inadaquate description I just gave you of the plot, you might be all, “Whatev.” But I kid thee not, it was quite a good read.
Another thing, Orson Scott Card wrote it in such a way that leads me to believe it is an allegory. The ‘buggers’ are the Enemy, the ‘astronauts/commanders’ are the Christians. So in that sense it was a very good modern allegory. (Of course, Card is a mormon, so it’s not exactly the same, but use a little imagination and, boom ya!)
The only bad part was all the boy humor. But, that’s minor in the big scheme of things. Also, there was a lot of bullying and ganging up on Ender, which Card went into in a bit too much detail.
But other than that, it was a very good read. Now, as far as the movie goes, I haven’t seen it yet, but it’s out for rent on iTunes. Plus, Harrison Ford and Asa Butterfield are in it, so….
Oh, and last night I just watched Hugo (Asa Butterfield) and actually really enjoyed it, but to the point. Papa Georges was played by Ben Kingsley, who played Mazer Rackham in Ender’s Game. Coincidence? I think not. ;)
Oh, here is the trailer, if you want to see it. And may I just add, I was some what disappointed Asa Butterfield was forced to speak in an American accent. He’s actually British.
Happy Writing!
Scarlet
I read Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card in a matter of two days. (I perhaps shouldn’t have stayed up so late to finish it, but, eh…it all turned out fine in the end, yeah?)
So yes, this book. This book is amazing. I found out about because the movie just came out, and I saw Asa Butterfield was going to play Ender and I went out and tried (Unsuccessfully) to buy the book. Luckily, I got it for Christmas. :)
But, I digress. So let me just give you a brief summary of the plot.
The book picks up after an alien V. human war. The humans won only because a great commander, Mazer Rackham, defeated them. The “buggers” are planning to strike again, but this time, the humans don’t have a Mazer Rackham. Now, they have to find another commander like Rackham. So this genius (Andrew “Ender" Wiggin) is monitered by the International Fleet. They come and take him away to Battle School, where he trains to be an officer till he’s 16. So, there are a lot of skirmishes between him and the other boys in the first half of the book because he’s so much better than them. In the second half, finally, he’s taken to this planet to finish training. He is trained by the great Mazer Rackham himself. The ending…well, let’s not give it away, eh?
(But I will say this, I loved the ending. It was perfect. And you know what else is perfect? There are four books in the series and then a parallel series. My day has been made. :D)
Before I continue, I must relate a rather irritating encounter last Saturday. So last Saturday, my youth group had a movie night. (In the day, but still…) So the choices were Man of Steel, Thor: The Dark World, or Ender’s Game. So tons of people go, ‘What the heck is Ender’s Game?’
Someone answered, “It’s about this genetically mutated alien turned boy who is taken by the humans and forced to destroy the aliens.”
My reaction?
I think I might have been inwardly cursing, too. :D If your interested, we ended up watching Thor 2. Only me, this guy, and my youth minister voted for Ender’s Game. (Man of Steel got zero votes.)
But, as I said, I really enjoyed this book. For one thing, it was very entertaining. And from that very inadaquate description I just gave you of the plot, you might be all, “Whatev.” But I kid thee not, it was quite a good read.
Another thing, Orson Scott Card wrote it in such a way that leads me to believe it is an allegory. The ‘buggers’ are the Enemy, the ‘astronauts/commanders’ are the Christians. So in that sense it was a very good modern allegory. (Of course, Card is a mormon, so it’s not exactly the same, but use a little imagination and, boom ya!)
The only bad part was all the boy humor. But, that’s minor in the big scheme of things. Also, there was a lot of bullying and ganging up on Ender, which Card went into in a bit too much detail.
But other than that, it was a very good read. Now, as far as the movie goes, I haven’t seen it yet, but it’s out for rent on iTunes. Plus, Harrison Ford and Asa Butterfield are in it, so….
Oh, and last night I just watched Hugo (Asa Butterfield) and actually really enjoyed it, but to the point. Papa Georges was played by Ben Kingsley, who played Mazer Rackham in Ender’s Game. Coincidence? I think not. ;)
Oh, here is the trailer, if you want to see it. And may I just add, I was some what disappointed Asa Butterfield was forced to speak in an American accent. He’s actually British.
Happy Writing!
Scarlet
Wednesday, 12 February 2014
Short Story 0003: Plan A - Part 2
Yes, this post is very overdue. Very. Like two months overdue. Sorry. But hey, it’s ready, right? That’s what really matters, eh? This is the (maybe) finishing part for ‘Plan A’ (Part 1) So, sparing you more pointless chit-chat, I will proceed.
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So, here I am inside a castle with two aliens trying to kill me and Aj. Not to mention a very skinny man laughing sardonically in the background. And through this whole thing, Captain Olliver is presumably sitting outside the door, waiting to catch any escapers. So not helpful right now. To top this whole pickle off, Cleo is statically shouting in my ear.
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Despite my best efforts, Aj, Olliver, and I have been captured by Mr. Leer. Swell. Cleo has long since stopped making any sense, except the part about, “Young lady, Mr. Conners will hear about this! I swear he will hear about THIS!” And then I tuned her out. Or my earpeice fell out.
After Mr. Leer confronted us with the two aliens, Aj and I put up a strong fight. By strong I mean, Aj hacking randomly and I trying to smooth talk my way out. Not such a good mix. And then there is Ollie. Ollie decides to save us. By save, I mean stick to the back up plan: Retreat for help. An alien caught him and brought him up, with him swearing like there was no tommorrow.
Between Aj and I’s different strategies to fighting, we managed to get captured within ten minutes after Ollie. So much for being super human Plan A’s.
“Now, children,” Mr. Leer said, stroking his sparce goatee, “why…”
“‘Scuse me, Mr, but we are not children. I believe the word your looking for is adult." It amazes me how Aj can have such lip when we are literally, at his mercy. I say mercy, I mean, his jurisdiction. I don't think he has mercy.
"Fine." He spat out. "Adults, why are you here?"
"Uh, Mr. Head-honcho, you already know why we're here."
"Yes." He talks like we are children just learning to add, or something. "Why are you here?"
"We are here to stop an alien invasion. We got a tip from your neighbor. He thought you might be working against us, or with the aliens." I say quickly, before Ollie or Aj makes up some lie.
"Ah, I'll be sure to think him." He plastered a fake smile on his face. "So, adults. What is it you wanted to do?"
"Stop you." He stares at me, as if deciding if I'm telling the truth. Then he stands up. He motions to his aliens. Ollie and Aj are carried out of the room, leaving me and Mr. Leer. Brilliant. just what I was hoping wouldn't happen.
Instead of drawing a sword though, he just picks up a file folder. He hands it to another alien servant, who takes it out the door and presumable far away from the castle.
For hours I sit there, being examined by Mr. L through a security camera. I do my best to glare at it. (“If only Aj were here, he could master it perfectly,” I thought to myself) Finally, I grew bored of staring down a camera and turned to the window. I saw something dash past it.
Then the alarms went off. Suddenly three aliens melted into view. Mr. Leer brushed through the door and with one swipe cut my bonds. Before I could launch myself into the aliens, or better yet Mr. L, he had me by the ear and without slowing his pace drug me through the yard and into his helicopter. Ollie and Aj were already there.
“Hey,” I muttered, rubbing my ear.
“Hey yourself,” Ollie retorted, staring at me in a glaring manner. “He had you by the ear. The ear, Fox. Really, you couldn’t just twist away, and go scamper to get help. Sheesh.”
“For your information, my ear is very special to me. So thank you very much, I chose to keep it by not twisting out of his grip.”
“Guys, I don’t think this is our top priority right now. So Ollie thinks you should have sacrificed your ear. You chose not to. And hey-ho, don’t forget we have an alien invasion planned in 01 hours!” Aj said with false joviality.
"Besides," I say, "Cleo and the team are already here. You didn't hear the alarms?"
"Uh…we were kind of, not paying attention."
"Yeah, just leave it at that, okay?"
For another minute we sit there, helicopter still on the ground, Mr. Leer pacing, biting his fingernails. Finally, he snaps.
"Why are we not moving, Murray?"
"Uh, sir, there seems to be some sort of technological issue. We'll, er, have to call in a professional, I'm afraid."
Mr. L lets out a grumble, half human, half animal.
"Never mind."
Then it goes black.
"Fine." He spat out. "Adults, why are you here?"
"Uh, Mr. Head-honcho, you already know why we're here."
"Yes." He talks like we are children just learning to add, or something. "Why are you here?"
"We are here to stop an alien invasion. We got a tip from your neighbor. He thought you might be working against us, or with the aliens." I say quickly, before Ollie or Aj makes up some lie.
"Ah, I'll be sure to think him." He plastered a fake smile on his face. "So, adults. What is it you wanted to do?"
"Stop you." He stares at me, as if deciding if I'm telling the truth. Then he stands up. He motions to his aliens. Ollie and Aj are carried out of the room, leaving me and Mr. Leer. Brilliant. just what I was hoping wouldn't happen.
Instead of drawing a sword though, he just picks up a file folder. He hands it to another alien servant, who takes it out the door and presumable far away from the castle.
For hours I sit there, being examined by Mr. L through a security camera. I do my best to glare at it. (“If only Aj were here, he could master it perfectly,” I thought to myself) Finally, I grew bored of staring down a camera and turned to the window. I saw something dash past it.
Then the alarms went off. Suddenly three aliens melted into view. Mr. Leer brushed through the door and with one swipe cut my bonds. Before I could launch myself into the aliens, or better yet Mr. L, he had me by the ear and without slowing his pace drug me through the yard and into his helicopter. Ollie and Aj were already there.
“Hey,” I muttered, rubbing my ear.
“Hey yourself,” Ollie retorted, staring at me in a glaring manner. “He had you by the ear. The ear, Fox. Really, you couldn’t just twist away, and go scamper to get help. Sheesh.”
“For your information, my ear is very special to me. So thank you very much, I chose to keep it by not twisting out of his grip.”
“Guys, I don’t think this is our top priority right now. So Ollie thinks you should have sacrificed your ear. You chose not to. And hey-ho, don’t forget we have an alien invasion planned in 01 hours!” Aj said with false joviality.
"Besides," I say, "Cleo and the team are already here. You didn't hear the alarms?"
"Uh…we were kind of, not paying attention."
"Yeah, just leave it at that, okay?"
For another minute we sit there, helicopter still on the ground, Mr. Leer pacing, biting his fingernails. Finally, he snaps.
"Why are we not moving, Murray?"
"Uh, sir, there seems to be some sort of technological issue. We'll, er, have to call in a professional, I'm afraid."
Mr. L lets out a grumble, half human, half animal.
"Never mind."
Then it goes black.
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I don't know why this guy loves knocking us out, because you'd think that he'd loose his interest after the millionth time. Obviously not. When we wake up, we are strapped to chairs, staring at screens, controls in our hands.
Mr. Leer is leering at us from the back.
"Children-"
"Adults, thank you very much. Perhaps you could call us by our names, eh? That's not so hard, is it."
"Fine," He spits out, his smile shrinking, "What are your names, then?"
"Carson, Sarah, and John."
"Nice to meet you, Aj, Fox, and Captain Oliver."
Ollie and I turn to glare at Aj. He shrugs his shoulders apologetically.
"Now then, Aj, Fox, and Oliver. You are about to become the first ever human-aliens, a breed I call Leerdons."
"Whoah….hold it ten minutes. Step back twenty feet and…What do you mean, Leerdons?! Sure that will inspire terror. You need something like….The Evilly Elaborate Maniac Asylumers. Asylumers…people who live at asylums. Oh, or TEEMA for short."
"Regardless of what they are called, they will be you."
"Then I should have a say in what I'm called. TEEMA sounds good to me."
Mr. Leer pauses, clearly annoyed, before continuing. "Fine…TEEMA it will be. Leerdon TEEMA. But to the point, your minds will be replicated into ten TEEMA. Your mind will control them. I'm sure you see how that works, eh?"
I gulp. So this is how the mighty Fox dies, turned into the first ever TEEMA.
Suddenly the loud speaker blares.
"Mr. Leer," a nasally voice says, "you are needed at control center 0023."
He storms out, leaving us to divine our fate. Aj speaks first.
"Hey I've been wondering. What is your real name? It can't really be Fox, can it?"
"No…it's not really Fox. Fox is my middle name. My name is actually Kate." I pause, "what about you, Aj? What's your real name?"
"Oh, nothing."
"Yeah, when you say it's nothing, that means there it is something." Oliver interrupts.
"Fine. It's…um…it's Tyler."
"Oh. Can I call you Ty?"
"Sure, why not, babes?" We both smiled.
"Hamish."
"What?" I ask Ollie.
"Oliver Hamish Knoll. If your looking for baby names."
I just stare at him. Aj starts laughing, and Ollie cracks a wider smile, if that's possible. Not for the first time I am at loss for words. Here we are, about to be converted to aliens and Oliver and Aj...ahem, Ty, are cracking stupid jokes.
"So, Captain Oliver…how old are you?"
"Ah. You think I'm too immature to be a captain, eh?"
"Well, er, to put it simply, yes."
"24. A whopping 24."
It was meant as a joke, but suddenly it makes us all think. We are all so young, about to have our lives taken, and turned into aliens….
"Sorry to keep you waiting, TEEMA."
"Oh, finally. I thought up another acronym thing. "Leer Aliens Masking Aliens" LAMA, eh?"
By now Mr. L has on a look of annoyance, tired annoyance.
"Or, "The Devi's Aliens" TDA. "Ripping Eating Aliens" REA. "Carnivorous -"
"Enough!" Mr. L stands up, holding his head. "Just. Shut. Up. Now. Carol!"
A figure opens the door, as Mr. L tells her:
"Take care of them. If they do not come out, I'm blaming you. I'm sure you don't want to meet my boss."
He sweeps out of the room, leaving Carol in charge of us. Maybe she has feelings.
Carol slowly approaches us, staying in the shadows. Then she jumps out right in front of us, a smile on her face.
"Hiya! My, my. Got into a bit of a pickle, eh? Haha, that's a good one. In a bit of a pickle!" She proceeds to laugh, flitting around, never staying still.
Suddenly I find we are somehow able to move again. Next thing I know, I'm sitting in a car, speeding down the drive, past the guards, and into freedom.
Two hours later, I wake up from a much needed sleep. The scenery has changed to city. We are parked in front of a industrial looking compound.
"Flight leaves in two hours. Sorry I had to take the long way round, ya know, in case someone was following us. Oh, hi dear. Hurry, you'll be late. Oh," she calls out to us as we step out of the car, "Terminal 5. See ya!"
With that she backs the car out and speeds off, leaving me, Ty, and Oliver standing outside of London Heathrow Airport, Terminal 5. What happens next is blur.
I find myself on a flight to Houston, seated comfortably in business class, eating food, watching movies.
Then I'm whirled into a cab, yawing, as I am driven to a small house in the suburbs. Someone stands outside the door, waiting for us, it seems.
I'm put in a room right beside the boy's room.
The next morning I'm up at four. We eat a breakfast of American eggs and bacon. I'm just starting to wonder how there can be suburbs and all if New Haven is the only safe place, when the man waiting outside strides in.
"Children, welcome to the last remaining Haven."
To save the boring details, after the aliens attacked, several Haven's were set up. Only New Haven, located in England, survived. Or so it seemed. Turns out Plan A is far more diverse than I thought. I am not the only Plan A. I am the second, but not the only one. Plan A has thirty Havens. Each Haven has two.
There are sixty other Plan A's.
Oliver informs us he knew of this, Aj and I stare blankly.
Something isn't right. That's when I here about Plan B. Apparently, Plan A is not what it seems. After a two hour speech summing it all up for us, I'm ready to join.
"Children," the man says, "Welcome to Plan B.”
Mr. Leer is leering at us from the back.
"Children-"
"Adults, thank you very much. Perhaps you could call us by our names, eh? That's not so hard, is it."
"Fine," He spits out, his smile shrinking, "What are your names, then?"
"Carson, Sarah, and John."
"Nice to meet you, Aj, Fox, and Captain Oliver."
Ollie and I turn to glare at Aj. He shrugs his shoulders apologetically.
"Now then, Aj, Fox, and Oliver. You are about to become the first ever human-aliens, a breed I call Leerdons."
"Whoah….hold it ten minutes. Step back twenty feet and…What do you mean, Leerdons?! Sure that will inspire terror. You need something like….The Evilly Elaborate Maniac Asylumers. Asylumers…people who live at asylums. Oh, or TEEMA for short."
"Regardless of what they are called, they will be you."
"Then I should have a say in what I'm called. TEEMA sounds good to me."
Mr. Leer pauses, clearly annoyed, before continuing. "Fine…TEEMA it will be. Leerdon TEEMA. But to the point, your minds will be replicated into ten TEEMA. Your mind will control them. I'm sure you see how that works, eh?"
I gulp. So this is how the mighty Fox dies, turned into the first ever TEEMA.
Suddenly the loud speaker blares.
"Mr. Leer," a nasally voice says, "you are needed at control center 0023."
He storms out, leaving us to divine our fate. Aj speaks first.
"Hey I've been wondering. What is your real name? It can't really be Fox, can it?"
"No…it's not really Fox. Fox is my middle name. My name is actually Kate." I pause, "what about you, Aj? What's your real name?"
"Oh, nothing."
"Yeah, when you say it's nothing, that means there it is something." Oliver interrupts.
"Fine. It's…um…it's Tyler."
"Oh. Can I call you Ty?"
"Sure, why not, babes?" We both smiled.
"Hamish."
"What?" I ask Ollie.
"Oliver Hamish Knoll. If your looking for baby names."
I just stare at him. Aj starts laughing, and Ollie cracks a wider smile, if that's possible. Not for the first time I am at loss for words. Here we are, about to be converted to aliens and Oliver and Aj...ahem, Ty, are cracking stupid jokes.
"So, Captain Oliver…how old are you?"
"Ah. You think I'm too immature to be a captain, eh?"
"Well, er, to put it simply, yes."
"24. A whopping 24."
It was meant as a joke, but suddenly it makes us all think. We are all so young, about to have our lives taken, and turned into aliens….
"Sorry to keep you waiting, TEEMA."
"Oh, finally. I thought up another acronym thing. "Leer Aliens Masking Aliens" LAMA, eh?"
By now Mr. L has on a look of annoyance, tired annoyance.
"Or, "The Devi's Aliens" TDA. "Ripping Eating Aliens" REA. "Carnivorous -"
"Enough!" Mr. L stands up, holding his head. "Just. Shut. Up. Now. Carol!"
A figure opens the door, as Mr. L tells her:
"Take care of them. If they do not come out, I'm blaming you. I'm sure you don't want to meet my boss."
He sweeps out of the room, leaving Carol in charge of us. Maybe she has feelings.
Carol slowly approaches us, staying in the shadows. Then she jumps out right in front of us, a smile on her face.
"Hiya! My, my. Got into a bit of a pickle, eh? Haha, that's a good one. In a bit of a pickle!" She proceeds to laugh, flitting around, never staying still.
Suddenly I find we are somehow able to move again. Next thing I know, I'm sitting in a car, speeding down the drive, past the guards, and into freedom.
Two hours later, I wake up from a much needed sleep. The scenery has changed to city. We are parked in front of a industrial looking compound.
"Flight leaves in two hours. Sorry I had to take the long way round, ya know, in case someone was following us. Oh, hi dear. Hurry, you'll be late. Oh," she calls out to us as we step out of the car, "Terminal 5. See ya!"
With that she backs the car out and speeds off, leaving me, Ty, and Oliver standing outside of London Heathrow Airport, Terminal 5. What happens next is blur.
I find myself on a flight to Houston, seated comfortably in business class, eating food, watching movies.
Then I'm whirled into a cab, yawing, as I am driven to a small house in the suburbs. Someone stands outside the door, waiting for us, it seems.
I'm put in a room right beside the boy's room.
The next morning I'm up at four. We eat a breakfast of American eggs and bacon. I'm just starting to wonder how there can be suburbs and all if New Haven is the only safe place, when the man waiting outside strides in.
"Children, welcome to the last remaining Haven."
To save the boring details, after the aliens attacked, several Haven's were set up. Only New Haven, located in England, survived. Or so it seemed. Turns out Plan A is far more diverse than I thought. I am not the only Plan A. I am the second, but not the only one. Plan A has thirty Havens. Each Haven has two.
There are sixty other Plan A's.
Oliver informs us he knew of this, Aj and I stare blankly.
Something isn't right. That's when I here about Plan B. Apparently, Plan A is not what it seems. After a two hour speech summing it all up for us, I'm ready to join.
"Children," the man says, "Welcome to Plan B.”
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I’m sorry, but I just don’t think this part was as good as the first. And I kind of meant to not use these characters again, but hey, for lack of a better ending…Ladies and gents, I guess there is now going to be a short story Plan B. :D
But I must say, at least it’s all done, hot off the press, eh?
So since I didn’t really talk at the beginning of the post, I’ll catch up at the end. (And there is a perfect example of my logic…:D)
Uh, well now I feel pressured to say something really interesting…so, er, Saturday we have no band! Exciting, huh? :) But we have a uth movie night. So that actually is exciting.
But I just want to point out that I once again used a song to get me through. :) Sorry, got no link, but the song is Two Weeks by Grizzly Bears.
So, that’s about it, except I went to see an Imax movie today. Guys, just a warning if you are going to see one anytime soon, IT REALLY HURTS YOUR EYES! They start watering like there is no tomorrow.
But, eh, anything to watch a movie on a school day! :D
Happy Writing!
Scarlet
Sunday, 9 February 2014
Read this in a contemptuous voice.
Moffat. (Continue to read in a contemptuous tone.) He will break our hearts for good one day.
Stephen Moffat is a wonderful, evil, skilled, talentless fool of a genius. A genius, I tell you! (Read that in a Mushu voice) (Read in a contemptuous voice now)
He is the head writer of Doctor Who and Sherlock, to name a few. And here is a surprise: he will break our hearts till the day he dies. (For those of us who know how tormenting his shows are, you should be crying right now…I - *Sniffs away a tear, then breaks down because I can’t deal with the emotional stress*.)
So here's the deal. You can either have one of two endings for your stories. You can have the everyone-lives-and-happily-ever-after, or you can have the everyone-who-you-like-dies-and-then-the-protagonist-is-banished-turns-crazy-or-something-else-bad-happens-to-them-and-your-heart-falls-out.
Moffat, Suzanne Collins, and Veronica Roth chose the second. And in the process, Moffat breaks our hearts twice as bad.
Sherlock 'dying' and Watson having a third degree emotional breakdown. Along with all of us Sherlockians, to name one example. Or try Mary turning out to be a serial assassin. Or that Sherlock is now a murderer, of sorts. Smooth one there, Moffat. (Mark Gatiss…your next.)
Amy and Rory Williams got sent back in time and space. By one of the worst villains….dun, dun, dunnnnn!!!! Weeping Angels. (Don't Blink.)
Rose....forever living in a parallel world, never to return. (Read that in a Mushu voice.) (If you didn't, go back and read it in a Mushu voice.)
He is twice as worse as any other author I’ve experienced. Why? Because the way the characters cease to exist is the most traumatic way possible.
It's like all he does is say, "Now look here. Amy and Rory have to leave the show, so what is the most tragic way they can leave that will basically rip our viewers hearts out and crush them on the floor?"
Or, "Uh-oh. The viewers really like this character Sherlock. You know what I have to do now. Lets make him die!" *Moffat dances around in glee and starts singing Sherlock theme song*
Haha, Moffat. We won't let you get away with this! Oh, and please, DON'T RIP OUR HEARTS OUT!
Happy Writing! (And Moffat ranting)
Scarlet
P.S- Gatiss….your next. And so are you…Christopher Paolini. And Veronica Roth…you won’t get away with this, either! Oh, and Julian Fellows….DON’T GET ME STARTED! (Julian Fellows created Downton Abbey. Sad to say there are no Merlin writers rants…sadly it was cancelled..)
Stephen Moffat is a wonderful, evil, skilled, talentless fool of a genius. A genius, I tell you! (Read that in a Mushu voice) (Read in a contemptuous voice now)
He is the head writer of Doctor Who and Sherlock, to name a few. And here is a surprise: he will break our hearts till the day he dies. (For those of us who know how tormenting his shows are, you should be crying right now…I - *Sniffs away a tear, then breaks down because I can’t deal with the emotional stress*.)
So here's the deal. You can either have one of two endings for your stories. You can have the everyone-lives-and-happily-ever-after, or you can have the everyone-who-you-like-dies-and-then-the-protagonist-is-banished-turns-crazy-or-something-else-bad-happens-to-them-and-your-heart-falls-out.
Moffat, Suzanne Collins, and Veronica Roth chose the second. And in the process, Moffat breaks our hearts twice as bad.
Sherlock 'dying' and Watson having a third degree emotional breakdown. Along with all of us Sherlockians, to name one example. Or try Mary turning out to be a serial assassin. Or that Sherlock is now a murderer, of sorts. Smooth one there, Moffat. (Mark Gatiss…your next.)
Amy and Rory Williams got sent back in time and space. By one of the worst villains….dun, dun, dunnnnn!!!! Weeping Angels. (Don't Blink.)
Rose....forever living in a parallel world, never to return. (Read that in a Mushu voice.) (If you didn't, go back and read it in a Mushu voice.)
He is twice as worse as any other author I’ve experienced. Why? Because the way the characters cease to exist is the most traumatic way possible.
It's like all he does is say, "Now look here. Amy and Rory have to leave the show, so what is the most tragic way they can leave that will basically rip our viewers hearts out and crush them on the floor?"
Or, "Uh-oh. The viewers really like this character Sherlock. You know what I have to do now. Lets make him die!" *Moffat dances around in glee and starts singing Sherlock theme song*
Haha, Moffat. We won't let you get away with this! Oh, and please, DON'T RIP OUR HEARTS OUT!
Happy Writing! (And Moffat ranting)
Scarlet
P.S- Gatiss….your next. And so are you…Christopher Paolini. And Veronica Roth…you won’t get away with this, either! Oh, and Julian Fellows….DON’T GET ME STARTED! (Julian Fellows created Downton Abbey. Sad to say there are no Merlin writers rants…sadly it was cancelled..)
Tuesday, 4 February 2014
Quiz-y, Quiz, Quiz.
Hey, what's been going on? All of the sudden, my life got twenty times busier than I was ready for. School all week, Friday I went to youth and saw my British friends, Saturday Addison and I had band, then lunch with our band friends, then we had another friend coming over for a sleepover, and to top it all off, Mom had some friends over for dinner who didn't leave until one. (Since they got here at nine.) And on Sunday we had church and then lunch with friends and an hour's worth of home work. I know, busy, busy, bee. :) Luckily it included a lot of food. :) But, at a request, I have a character quiz that I am just freestylin'. We'll see how this turns out. :D I chose to do a new character from a small project I've been working on for little over three days. It will not be done any time soon, just to warn you. :D Without further chit-chat, the quiz, ladies and gentlemen.
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Character name: Raven. Sorry, she didn't tell me her last name. :)
Age: That too is classified. But I can tell you she's less than twenty and she's more than fourteen.
Appearance: Not extremely pretty, she's got straight raggedly cut black hair and purple eyes. And some say her skin glows white. Not that she'd tell me.
1. What do you know about this character now that she doesn't know yet?
She has hyperthymesia.
2. What is this character's greatest flaw?
She has hyperthymesia. She can hold a grudge for a loooonnng time.
3. What do you know about this character that she would never admit?
She's a genius.
4. What is this character's greatest asset?
She's resourceful.
5. If this character could choose a different identity, who would she be?
Her older cousin. Her cousin is a model so she gets paid enough to live on.
6. What music does this character sing when no one else is around?
Definetly no mainstream. Indie rock or alternative. Mostly, though, there is no time for singing.
7. In what or whom does this character have the greatest faith?
Mostly her friend Nash. I mean, his name is Nash. That alone would scare off anyone.
8. What is this character's favorite movie?
Movies? What are movies. (If she had one, it would be After Earth. Though she would laugh at the whole "fear is a choice" thing.)
9. Does this character have a favorite article of clothing?
Tight black clothes and combat boots. With a place for her swords, naturally.
10. Does this character have a vice? Name it.
She is constantly arguing if someone praises her. She has her reasons, she just told me.
11. Name this character's favorite living/dead person.
She has no favorite person. She prefers her ferret, Ishmael. (Ash, for short.) If she had to have one, though, it would be Nash.
12. What is this character's secret wish?
That she were prettier. Then life might be easier.
13. What is this character's proudest achievement?
She beat the top sword fighter for twenty years her first time fighting with a sword. People call her a natural, but I know different….(Bwahaha!)
14. Describe this character's most embarrassing moment.
Being caught by the earthquakes. Everyone else was inside, she should've guessed what was coming.
15. What is this character's deepest regret?
She let her little brother leave to find work to support them, an hour before the earthquakes started. He never came back.
16. What is this character's greatest fear?
Fire. Fire or getting slashed across the back with a sword. Or drowning.
17. Describe this character's most devastating moment.
When she watched at age five as her dad shot her mom to save her from the wrath of the soldiers. Then he shot himself. Raven was left to take care of her new-born brother.
18. What is this character's greatest achievement?
Learning to fight with a sword. She put on sword fights for money by challenging the top sword fighter at the time.
19. What is this character's greatest hope?
That she'll die a quick death.
20. Does this character have an obsession? Name it.
Staying alive. Or perhaps trying to find the meaning for life. Or the meaning of the earthquakes.
21. What is this character's greatest disappointment?
Her uncle didn't take her in when she turned twelve as he had promised. That's when she met Nash.
22. What is this character's worst nightmare?
That Nash will leave her.
23. Whom does this character most wish to please? Why?
Probably Nash. He is stern and always unimpressed. She wishes to please him to show him she can do things. (So spiteful…)
24. Describe this character's mother.
A woman who lived in total fear. She kept the house dark and always spotless. She wouldn't cook for fear of burns, she wouldn't clean for fear of tripping over something and dying, she wouldn't drive them to school for fear of a car accident…But she loved everyone and cared for them. Emotionally, not physically, though.
25. Describe this character's father.
A tough man who had high standards and right morals. He was a prison warden. He didn't get paid nearly enough, but he kept them alive. The only problem was his flip side personality disease. Sometimes he would come home as a mean, drunken brawler due to this disease.
26. If she had to choose, with whom would this character prefer to live?
She would rather live with her Mom and Dad but, as she says, "Nash is home."
27. Where does this character fall in birth order? What effect does this have?
She is the oldest. This meant she was burdened with a new-born brother to take care of till his death ten years later.
28. Describe this character's siblings or other close relatives.
Her brother was tall, strong, and brawny. He was often mistaken as being older than ten. (by eight years…)
29. Describe this character's bedroom. Include three cherished items.
Anywhere in the rocks. Three cherished items? Nash, Nash, and Nash. She has nothing else except the clothes on her back.
30. What is this character's birth date? How does this character manifest traits of his/her astrological sign?
Birth date? Sometime before the trouble began. In the winter, most likely. Astrological sign? Who cares?!
31. If this character had to live in seclusion for six months, what six items would she bring?
Her sword. Food, water. That's really all she's ever had. Oh, I guess clothes. And Nash.(That was Raven. She wrestled me to the ground to get at the keyboard. See what kind of a person she is?) (Yes, a very passionate person, eh?)
32. What makes this character angry?
People who say they "can't" Or spiders. In her own words, "Why should spiders have an easier life than me?"
33. What calms this character?
Beating a rock with a sword. Or slapping Nash. Or both.
34. List the circumstances over which this character has no control.
The time period she was born in. And her Uncle refusing to care for her and her brother.
35. What wakes this character in the middle of the night?
Usually a snake crawling over her. Or nightmares.
36. How would a stranger describe this character?
Unconventional. Crazy. Coo-koo. Off her rocker. Or some really nice person might say over-extremely passionate. (That might be a disease…I'll look into that…)
37. What does this character resolve to do differently every morning?
Stop thinking about her brother. It was two years ago. I should be over it. (But her over-extremely passionate disease can't let her. :D)
48. Who depends on this character? Why?
Though she doesn't know it, Nash does. His twin sister was killed two years ago. Raven reminds him of her. (Even though they couldn't be more different.)
49. If this character knew she had exactly one month to live, what would she do?
She would stand on top of a mountain and wait. She might ask for a cup of tea. Then she'd probably do something crazy.
50. How would a dear friend or relative describe this character?
Nash always says she is one of those people who says they are going to do something, but rarely do it. But she does always do as she threatens. He also calls her over-extremely passionate.
51. What is this character's most noticeable physical attribute?
Her purple eyes. They do wonders. Plus that shining white skin.
52. What is this character hiding from himself?
Her fear. I do not hide my feeling from myself. I hide my craziness. (And her feelings.)
53. Write one additional thing about your character.:
She can not help but be naturally inquisitive. She's gotten into a few bad scrapes because of it. Nash calls it the curse. Raven thinks her hyperthymesia is her curse. And her purple eyes.
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Well, that was a lot of fun. Don't you just love quizzes? Let me just encourage you, if you have a writing blog, do one of these. It is awesomely fun. Srsly. Hope ya enjoyed it!
Happy Writing!
Scarlet
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