The Three Musketeers by: Alexandre Dumas

“The Three Musketeers tell the story of the early adventures of the young Gascon gentleman d’Artagnan & his three friends from the regiment of the King’s Musketeers – Athos, Porthos & Aramis. Under the watchful eye of their patron M. de Treville, the four defend the honour of the regiment against the guards of the Cardinal Richelieu, & the honor of the queen against the machinations of the Cardinal himself as the power struggles of 17th-century France are vividly played out in the background. But their most dangerous encounter is with the Cardinal’s spy: Milady, one of literature’s most memorable female villains.” -Goodreads
This story had me enraptured from the first page. From cover to cover it was witty, funny, and exciting. Dumas kept me engaged and on the edge of my seat and despite his characters being more than a hundred years old I still felt a strong attachment them. This speaks volumes of the strength of Dumas’ writing prowess. At some points I could hardly sit still in my seat, I was laughing out loud while reading about d’Artagnan and his fateful encounter with each musketeer in turn and all their misfit adventures. At times I found myself holding my breath and gripping the book tightly as I read about our heroes daring fights, near death experiences, the betrayals they experienced, and the pains they all went through. The story starts fast-paced and doesn’t slow down until the last page and Dumas’ third person point of view allows the reader to really view the action from all sides. This book can only be described as one of a kind. I truly loved reading this story and would recommend it for anyone who is interested in a classic.
This book had excellent and engaging characters, the writing was above superb, and the plot was exciting and fast paced. Given the chance I will gladly read the sequel and the triquel. I rate this book five out of five.

Sonnet

This week in my creative writing class we strayed away from our short stories and worked on poetry. One of the poems we did was a type of shakespearean sonnet where you insult your lover.
It’s an interesting concept to make a poem list the faults you have with someone. Of course, the ending makes up for it by giving them a lovey dove couplet.

I, of course, made my sonnet for my one and only true love haha.

So on to the prompt: Make a poem that makes fun of someone or something and follow this rhyme scheme- ababcdcdefefegg while the last stanza (the gg) begins with “And yet,.”

For your enjoyment: Lelouch vi Brtiannia

I honestly don’t remember how we met
Our meeting so unmemorable it seems
I think I was surfing youtube on the internet
I didn’t know that you’d drive my sanity to the extremes

It’s because of you I lost so much sleep
Some many times you left me hanging there
The seeds of despair were sowed and I had to reap
This relationship wasn’t even close to fair

I cried all night when the curtain closed
After you for a week I couldn’t eat
I was left completely indisposed
How did you manage this feat?

And yet, for so many reasons I’ll love you always
You’ll be in my heart for the rest of my days

Tell This Story

On the board of my creative writing class a close-up picture of a figure wearing a pink dress and holding a large axe. In this picture you can only get the side view and only from neck down to to the hips. Next to this image are the words “Tell this Story.”

The prompt: Write a story about this figure.

For your enjoyment: The Pink Gown

A cow’s skull stares at me from the darkness of the forest. It has to be the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen. Below the skull is the body of a girl in a white dress. She’s holding a humongous axe, it looks heavy as hell, I’m not even sure how she’s able to hold it one handed.
The black eyes of the cow skull stare deep into my soul and I’m frozen in place. I watch in almost slow motion as the axe rises above the strangers head and then comes down onto my chest.
My blood flies grotesquely all over the pristine white gown, staining the pearly material pink. I collapse onto the ground in a sudden heap, time seems to speed up now.
My breath comes out in ragged gasps. I watch as my blood flows freely over the ground, too fast, too fast. My heart pounds like a hammer in my cavernous chest. I cling to myself desperately as if that will somehow bring my life back, but then in seconds I’m dead.
The girl in the pink stained gown watches the man’s final moments of desperation with a serene indifference. She has no heart and no soul, all of her being had been consumed by the gods long ago. Now she is nothing more than an empty shell.
She wretches off the cow skull that served no purpose other than to scare her victims and then kneels down on the ground next to the dead man. Like an animal she rips the flesh off his bones with her bare teeth and chews it savagely, letting the blood drip down her chin onto her already ruined dress. She’s apathetic though to her appearance and everything around her. The girl is methodical and almost clinical as she eats and chews her food. She finishes the meal and then puts the cow skull back on. There is nothing but scraps left of the man. She isn’t hungry, she never is, but would still kill and eat anyone who chanced upon her wandering form.

Three Things

I’m back from a five month hibernation and I bring with me more of my creative writing stories.

Since Halloween has just come and gone I’ve decided to post one of my more creepier (*fucked up) stories.

My prompt: Write about these three things- An Adam’s apple, an orange dolphin with spikes, and an abandoned car.

You will not believe how incredibly twisted this short three hundred word story is. I couldn’t even read it aloud for my class because I was laughing so much, I had to get my sister to do it and even she had problems reading it.

For your enjoyment: The Orange Dolphin’s Obsession

It was all because of his adam’s apple. It entranced me, the way it would bob up and down. Of course I could not expect get too close to this magnificent thing that filled my imagination. The man it belonged to lived in a broke down car, I in the ocean. We were worlds apart, he had two legs and I had fins. Even when he came into the water I could not get close, I was a dolphin that had orange skin. There were a few other orange dolphins with me but none were as enthralled as me by this man. But I tell you I was hypnotized by that adam’s apple, I wanted to see it closer, I wanted to watch the muscles and veins around it contract and expand as he swallowed and drowned on salt water. I was a freaky fish.

One day after he’d spent hours in the water I was driven into a frenzy. I could contain myself no more, that adam’s apple would be mine. As he swam out of the ocean I followed at a discreet distance, hiding myself in the sunset’s reflection. His car was parked close to the beach and after he’d walked to it and gotten inside I made my move.

I, with my powerful fins, leapt from the water to car. In a crunch of metal and glass finally did I get to see that adam’s apple move. My gods did it move. The man was screaming hysterically while I, all the while, laughed at the sight of him. It was great fun. The glass and metal of the car cut through me, all in my fins and eyes, but I didn’t car about those scraps of spikes. I had all eyes to the man and his wide open, shrieking mouth and the oh so hypnotic adam’s apple.

Scarlet (The Lunar Chronicles #2) By: Marissa Meyer

The second book in the Lunar Chronicles series by Marissa Meyer. This is the retelling of Little Red Riding Hood in a new and inventive way. With twists, betrayal, and attitude to match it all Meyer brings this story out as the new fantasy/sci-fi adventure series to read.

With Cress just coming out I thought it prudent to final get myself caught up on this series and read Scarlet. This book was okay. I rated it a four out of five stars on Goodreads.
The plot had a lot of ups and downs for me- it had a lot of action which I liked, but it also had a few boring and repetitive bits.

Most of what I remember from Cinder was her mooning over prince Kai and complaining about her stepmom, but not a lot of stuff was actually going on, it was more like the all of the story arcs were being set up, which Meyer did work pretty well, but it was still just a bit lacking. In Scarlet we finally get to see the results to those story arcs and they were exciting.

In Scarlet the main thing that I didn’t like was Scarlet. The whole book would have been way better off if all of her bits had just been cut out. She walks into a bar to deliver some vegetables to the owner and boom it was practically insta-love at first sight with her and Wolf, it made me want to grind my teeth together. Her character has practically no personality, all she ever goes on about is her missing grandmother. And she’s always angry, if she’s not ranting over some small injustice then she’s just throwing stuff. On the very first page she’s throwing tomatoes at a wall and ranting about the police, second page she’s yelling at a bunch of bar patrons and starting a bar fight, and her character grows not an ounce through the entire story. She was just a limp piece of lettuce through the entire novel.

What I did like about the story, though, was everything else. Everything else was perfect. Cinder escapes from prison and on her way out picks up Captain Thorne. Captain Thorne is awesome. I love Captain Thorne. Captain Thorne should get his own book… err maybe not, but he was my favorite character in the entire novel and I can’t wait to see him in Cress.
Getting a POV from Kai was really good too. I liked the way he thought about things; his confused feelings towards Cinder, his hatred toward Queen Levana, and the love he has for his country. They’re all jumbled up in his head as he tries to do what’s best for everyone.
Cinder gets a definite upgrade (and I’m not just talking about her new arm and leg) her character is on the move and not slowing down for anyone. Instead of going to Dr. Erland in Africa she heads to Europe to find Ms. Benoit, Scarlet’s grandmother, to get some answers about her forgotten years. The answers that Cinder finds are quite honestly, pretty weird and alot sad.
The ending to Scarlet had me thrown pretty hard. We get a POV from Queen Levana and it left me just plain confused, but also very very intrigued.

This is definitely a series to read. It has just about anything a person could ask for in a book series: good characters (mostly), interesting plot, and most of all excellent writing. If you haven’t read the Lunar Chronicles yet you should definitely pick it up now.

http://www.marissameyer.com/book/book-two/

Rainy Weather

My prompt on this one had to follow strict guide lines, three characters, an animal, and rainy weather. Seemed easy enough to turn into a weird, messed-up story.

Once upon a time there was a sweater. On the sweater lived a creature, he was a black and white penguin who had been stitched with love and care on the sweater by a machine.
The machine had been the first of it’s kind and in fact the penguin was the first penguin it had stitched on a sweater, it was also its last. Upon finishing the very last stitch for the black and white penguin the machine mysteriously stopped working. No matter how many mechanics came and looked at it, declaring it in perfect working order, it refused to make any more handsome penguins.
Unbeknownst to the owner of the machine, the machine silently thought that it could never make a sweater as beautiful as it had that first time, and the machine didn’t want it’s first penguin to feel cheapened by creating a thousand more in exact likeness, and so it had decided that it would simply never make another.
A year later, after the perfectly working, but stubborn machine had been scrapped for parts (it regretted nothing), the penguin had it’s first thought. The thought was this, “Ow!” The penguin thought this because at that very moment the little girl who owned him had folded him up uncomfortably, right down the middle, and shoved him in her dresser, preferring instead to wear the unthinking, but more colorful giraffe sweater for the cold and rainy day.
This did not upset the penguin, being disregarded for the giraffe, because he had another miraculous thought that giraffe was better looking then him, as the girl also thought.
So the pretty penguin laid there in the dark and thought upon things which he had never been able to think upon before. At first his thoughts were small, and inconsequential to anything. The penguin was like a child trying to discover what the world meant the very first time it opened its eyes. Steadily, though, the penguin’s mind began to age and grow as any persons would under deep reflection. Within an hour the black and white penguin had developed from a child’s mind to a full grown and philosophical mind. After reaching this state of being the penguin took to depression, because even though an hour earlier he hadn’t minded the giraffe being chosen over him, but now it caused him great pains knowing that he was not as good as the giraffe sweater and could do nothing to change this.
Three hours later when the little girl came home, and discarded the brightly colored giraffe sweater into her dresser the penguin committed suicide by spontaneous combustion and burned down the entire house killing everyone inside, including the little girl and her mother and father and destroying the sweater.
Coincidentally the giraffe sweater was created by a machine that was hated by the machine that had stitched the penguin, why the machine hated the other was a mystery.

Five Fears

Everyone is afraid of something, here I came up with five fears and wrote a little story to go along with them. They are definitely weird and I hope you’ll find them as creepy as I do.

1. What’s hiding in the Dark?
Every night before you go to bed, when it’s pitch black wherever you are, you can’t help but have an involuntary fear of the idea that there might be something else in the room with you, whether a ghost, the boogie man, or a humanoid creature with a thousand nails protruding from it’s head and bat wings growing out of its back. Most people, boring people, only have this fear for a millisecond before chastising themselves for acting childish. Other people, though, the assumed crazies and outcasts feel this fear longer, they are adrenalized with it and do the only thing that you can do in the face of a threat from an unknown entity, they run. They race for the lights to cast the monsters out, they bound and leap for the bed to take sanctuary under the covers, they run as fast as they can because fight is not an option. Does no one wonder why all children are born with this fear that something might snatch them in the middle of the night, why they will beg and plead for parents to check underneath the bed and in the closet. Something might actually be there, something that hides in the dark, something that only a shadow of is ever seen. Maybe it’s the silence, maybe the silence is watching you.
2. Being forgotten and Abandoned
To be left alone and ignored is a terrible thought, to be forgotten is even worse. We think of ourselves as important, we make an impact in the daily lives of other people, we do anything and everything to try and get ourselves noticed and we think that it works. The day comes, though, when you realize you have done nothing that’ll make you be remembered, you are a forgotten thing, a broken toy, abandoned in the dusty corner to wait out this exile. You are stuck in that isolation for the rest of your life until someone will finally remember that you exist, that you had a purpose and you did that and that they were suppose to be there for you but they never showed up, instead you were left there waiting for them while they forgot you and abandoned you to nothing. For a split second you don’t exist anymore when you’re forgotten.
3. Burning at the Stake
The fire will lick up your torso and singe your hair, you will be ignited and incinerated. Your wrist are bound are you are helpless to get free all you can do is watch as the people you knew and lived and laughed with are there smiling and jeering up at you as they toss more wood on the to-be bonfire. No one there is going to help you, you are trapped, and then the fire starts and you are screaming. The fire burns through your clothes and forces every sad thought out of your mind, you are it’s slave and all it wants from you is you pain and suffering. The fire will grab hold of you, it’ll rape and pillage you, it will hold you captive and torture you like nothing more than its chew toy. By the time your ropes have burned away it’s to late, you are now a blackened pile of ash and the crowd has moved on.
4. Dying Painfully
You are an innocent person, you grow up and live through your life, you lived it as many before have lived it, normally. You put your pants on one leg at a time like every other person on earth and you were okay. You saw no fault with yourself, you were as average as average got and you didn’t mind that. You were in one word; content. You woke up everyday, sometimes going to work sometimes taking a day off. You had a pet, it brought you a sense of companionship. It was on one day of your average life that you died painfully. There was no reason or cause for it to happen, it just did. You were walking home as a man came up to you and shot you, the bullet ripped through your lung and it was like your entire life meant nothing anymore all you knew was the pain of that bullet as it hit. Your lung collapsed and you couldn’t breathe, you were losing blood fast and could no longer think a rational thought because everything hurt so bad. Then you were dead, your last thought being “Why?”
5. Trapped
You can bang and scream on the walls, you can do that till your fist are bloody and your voice is hoarse, but it won’t make a difference. You are trapped in this prison, a cage filled with your fears and worst nightmares. You will never get out, never! There is no escaping this prison, this is a place where you don’t even have a name, to the other people outside of your room you are nothing more than a faceless blob. Just another person going to die and you are completely and utterly trapped. You can try to escape, if you didn’t you really would be just a faceless blob going to die, but you know that you’re not so you try to escape. You plan for days, weeks, months, years, all the while in your cage with nothing more than your solitude and despair. The day finally comes for you to escape and you do, but then you realize you can’t escape your own life.


In the Night

This is a sonnet that I wrote in Creative Writing class where the last few words were already chosen out to follow the rhyme scheme ababcdcdefefgg.

In the night the air is never quiet

Hidden from sight two heartfelt lovers kiss

Once the wind stirs, the leaves start a riot

In the night the moon stares into abyss

The stars whisper loudly to the trees

And the air is full of the heat of June

In the night the world comes to life; growing peas

And in a chair someones eating a prune

The rich eat dinner with their best crystal

And angry brawls are starting in red bars

In the night shots are freed from a pistol

And loud songs come alive from a guitar

But as the questions start being brooded

The lively June night becomes concluded

Haiku’s

Stars shining brightly
Flowers blooming in sunlight
Nature is beauty

Red Leaves falling fast
Morphing to freezing white snow
Seasons are changing

Leaves laughing loudly
Nothing staying still for long
The wind is blowing

Fire down in the earth
Trees growing forth from the ground
Blue in the wide sky

People fall in love
Hearts become broken pieces
The world keeps moving

The wind starts to howl
Storms brew on the horizon
Rain will be falling