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Month: June, 2014

Story Part 26

“What does a clue look like?” Shay asked. They had been looking for a while, but still hadn’t found anything.
“You might want to try over here,” a voice said.
Shay jumped and whirled around. She saw Sarah do the same.
“Who are you?” she demanded. There was a tall girl with a mask and a strange costume standing by the fallen TV. She was holding something.
“And what are you wearing?” Sarah added.
“Really?” the girl said to Sarah. “That’s your question?”
“I…” Sarah mumbled.
“Anyway,” the girl continued. “I’m Kamikaze.”
“You’re a suicide bomber from World War 2?” Sarah said.
The girl glared at her. “It means ‘spirit wind,’” she said.
“‘Spirit wind’?” Shay asked. “What’s your power?”
Sarah looked at Shay in surprise.
The girl giggled. “Your sister doesn’t read many comic books,” she said. “Does she?”
Shay smiled. “No,” she said.
Kamikaze flipped her hair. “I control the weather,” she said.
“Really?” Shay said excited. “Like Storm?”
Kamikaze smiled and nodded. “But that’s not important,” the girl said. “I’m here to help you.”
“Why do you want to help us?” Sarah asked.
“Really?” Kamikaze said. “I’m a superhero. It’s kinda my job.”
“Superheroes aren’t real,” Sarah replied.
Kamikaze rolled her eyes. “Do you want to find your mother or not?”
Sarah opened her mouth, then closed it. She had no idea what to say.
“Yes,” Shay cried.
Kamikaze smiled at Shay. “Good,” she said. “Let’s get looking.”

Future Plans

For the next month or so I will try to keep posting my story daily, but I will be posting other things less frequently. I have a few projects on the go right now. I will be trying to do a few book reviews, which means I have to spend more time reading and less writing. First, I will be doing a review on the Graphic novel Batman and Son. I will try to have that up by Friday. Then I will be doing a review for Along Came a Wolf by Adam Dreece. I said I’d review it a while ago, but haven’t managed to finish it yet. I’ll hopefully have that one up in two weeks. Then I’ll read and review The Mill River Recluse by Darcie Chan. I’ll try to have that done in three weeks. And finally, I’ll read and review Death of the Body by Rick Chiantaretto. I’ll try to get that done in a month.That’s my goal for July. 

Story Part 25

“Hurry up,” Shay whispered.
“Shh,” Sarah hushed back. “We’re almost there.”
“Move faster,” Shay replied.
“No,” Sarah said. “Do you want to get caught?”
“We won’t get caught,” Shay said. “We’re not even close yet.”
“Then why are you whispering?” Sarah asked.
“Shut up,” Shay replied.
They continued down the dark street in silence. They had walked all the way from their grandfather’s house to their own. Finally, they found themselves across the street. There was police tape over the door and windows, but the police had all left for the night.
“Come on,” Sarah said. She crossed the street quickly and went up to the front door.
“We can’t just go in through the front door,” Shay said.
“Why not?” Sarah asked.
“Because,” Shay said, “somebody will see us.”
“It’s the middle of the night,” Sarah replied. “Everybody’s asleep. Who’s going to see us?”
“I dunno,” Shay said. “Somebody could be awake. What if they look out the window and see us?”
Sarah rolled her eyes. “It’s dark out,” she said. “They could look right at us and not see us.”
“We should go through the back,” Shay said.
“Why?” Sarah said.
“Because we’ll be less likely to be seen,” Shay replied.
“We won’t be seen,” Sarah cried.
“Shh,” Shay hushed. “Do you want to take that chance?”
Sarah snorted and stomped to the side of the house. They climbed over the fence to their back yard and snuck in through the back door.
“Are you happy now?” Sarah said.
Shay ignored her. “What are we looking for?” she asked instead.
“I dunno,” Sarah said. “Clues.”
Shay rolled her eyes and began looking for anything that might be called a clue.

Is That A Real Word?

I just listened to a Ted talk about how words become acceptable. The speaker, who has a degree in English, said that she often gets people who feel the need to discuss what’s wrong with English. She mentioned one guy who said “defriend? Is that even a real word?” Her question was “how do words become real words?”

This is a great question. languages change constantly. Early English isn’t even recognizable to most of us today. So how do words become “real words”? Simply: they get used. Eventually that word is accepted by mainstream society. When I was a kid, teachers were always giving us a hard time about using “ain’t.” Now “ain’t” is a word. It’s got a dictionary definition.

So, if language is so fluid, and words merely have to be accepted to become “real words,” why are so many people worried about new words? Is it merely the human fear of change? Is it entropy? It’s not how things used to be, therefore it’s bad. Maybe both? Is there a third option?

What new words are awesome? What new words are problematic? 

Story Part 24

“This was not a prank!” the girls heard their grandfather shout. “My daughter went missing and we get home to find this. Does that sound like a coincidence to you?”
“I understand your concern, sir,” the police officer said. “But you said that nothing is missing. This is just a case of vandalism.”
“Listen to me, you…you…” their grandfather stuttered. “My granddaughters were threatened.”
“Sir,” the officer said. “That note was probably just another joke.”
“A joke?” their grandfather cried. “You call my daughter’s disappearance a joke?”
“Of course not,” the officer reassured him. “And we’re taking her disappearance very seriously. But it does seem as though someone is trying to play a prank on your family. It seems like something done by children.”
“What?” their grandfather said. “My granddaughters annoyed some kid on the playground and this is how that kid decided to pay them back?”
“Of course not, sir,” the officer replied. “This is beyond the abilities of a child. It’s likely something a teenager would do.”
Their grandfather snorted. “This is a kidnapping,” he snapped. “Somebody wants something from my family, and I suggest you find out what.”
“Don’t worry, sir,” the officer said. “We’ll find out who’s doing this.”
“I hope so,” their grandfather said. “Now, if you’ll allow me, I need to get my grandchildren some supper.”
“You do that, sir,” the officer replied. “We’ll contact you when we have something to report.”
“Girls,” their grandfather called. “We’re going.”
Sarah and Shay hurried over to him and they left the house together.

Indie Books

I’m looking for some good indie books to read and review. Does anybody have any suggestions? 

Story Part 23

They stood in the doorway shocked. The house had been destroyed. There were broken windows, the door had been broken off its hinges, the TV had been knocked off its stand, and it looked like someone had poured paint all over the coach and floors.
“Is this some sort of joke?” their grandfather whispered.
Sarah suddenly ran towards the staircase.
“Sarah,” her grandfather cried. “Come back here.”
Shay stared in shock.
“Shay,” her grandfather said, turning to her. “Stay here. I’m going to go get Sarah.”
Shay nodded numbly.
Her grandfather took off up the stairs after Sarah.
“Sarah,” he said when he found her sitting on her bed clinging to her small figure. “What are you doing?”
“They were after us,” she whispered.
“What?” her grandfather said.
“They weren’t after mom,” she repeated. “They were after us.”
“Why would anybody come after you?” her grandfather asked.
“I dunno,” Sarah cried. “They left this.” She shoved the note that the monkey person had dropped at her grandfather. He took it.
“Where’d you get this?” he asked after reading the note.
“One of those things gave it to us,” she said. “Before they took off.”
“Why didn’t you give it to the police?” her grandfather asked.
“I tried,” Sarah cried. “They didn’t believe me.”
Her grandfather frowned. “Come on,” he said. “I’m going to call the police.”
“No,” Sarah cried. “They said we had to follow the clues. They said we had to find her.”
“I’m not letting my granddaughters run around the city after madmen,” her grandfather yelled. “Come on.” He grabbed Sarah’s arm and dragged her out of the room and down the stairs.
“We have to find mom,” she cried.
“We will,” he grandfather said at the bottom of the stairs. He turned to look at Sarah. “We will,” he repeated as he pulled her into a tight hug.
Sarah began to weep into her grandfather’s shirt.
“Shay,” her grandfather called.
Shay looked up in surprise. She had still been staring in stunned silence at the mess around her.
“Bring me the phone,” her grandfather said.
Shay looked around. The phone was lying on the floor. She picked it up and brought it over to her grandfather.
He took it with a smile and called the police.


Actually 159. Thank you for the support everybody :).

Books I Want To Write

I have a lot of books that I want to write. My current book is a fantasy novel about two sisters who have to escape their home after it is attacked. The story is about how they survive and grow up to be the people that they want to be. It also touches on a lot of controversial topics that I care about: rape, abortion, gender equality, gender non-conformity, and sexual orientation. Right now I’m on my third edit.

I’ve also got three outlines on the go for other books. One is a fantasy about a girl who is purchased as a slave by a nobleman. The nobleman happens to be an assassin and he decides to free the girl and make her his apprentice. The second is a dystopian novel about a girl who lives in a society that has banned much of our modern science and technology out of fear. The girl finds a banned history book that talks about the old science and technology, which makes the girl curious. Eventually she decides that life was better with the tech and leads a rebellion to try and get the tech back. And my final outline is a crime thriller about a painter who discovers a child covered in blood. They then have to figure out what happened to the child and stop a killer.

I also have plans for other books. I want to write a graphic novel about a society where there is no gender. I also want to write a story about elves and dwarves at war before humans. It will be about an elf and a dwarf who fall in love and give birth to the first human.

I’m also starting to think about possible sequels for all of the books.

The Horror

I really like horror movies. Really, I prefer thrillers, but I enjoy horror too. As a result, I watch a ton of horror movies and make my partner watch them too. He’s not quite as big of a fan. My partner gets creeped out and has bad dreams. When we went to World War Z, he rushed me into the house when we got home because part of his brain was worried about zombies. I laughed through Freddy Vs Jason when my best friend and I watched it in theaters as young teenagers. When I was 6 my favorite movie was It. My unusual reaction to horror has gotten me curious about our fear responses.

Why are some people so much more sensitive to horror? Why can some people read horror books but they can’t stand the movies? Why do some people has the exact opposite response? Why are some people more afraid when there’s gore and others more afraid when there’s some supernatural element?

Personally, gore just annoys me. The Saw movies aren’t scary to me, they’re just lazy. A good story line is much more impressive than buckets of goo. Supernatural horror films like the Paranormal Activities movies are much more interesting. They come across as far more realistic. But I still don’t find them scary because I know that they aren’t real. That’s the biggest problem with anything supernatural: it’s too easy to reason away. I find movies about serial killers the most scary. The idea of some human hiding in my house and picking my loved ones off one by one is far more scary than ghosts and zombies. It could actually happen. It’s unlikely, but not impossible. That’s why movies like The Strangers scary me the most.

What do you find the most scary? Why?

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