Published Book

Hello world! Admin Squeak here! So, i’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned on here that I’ve published a book on Amazon titled Memories, well here’s what it’s about. It might sound a bit cliche.

Synopsis

Monty is a young Demon, his kind is blamed for the five century long War that broke out in his homeland Draeona, the land of the Dragons. Demons in Draeona are considered low-lives, unable to comprehend the moral capacity of most human-like beings in this alternate universe to Elure (the land of Equals), deemed untrustworthy and masterminded; the stereotype drives him nuts.

Even he, with his ex-con mindset, wishes for the war to end already and have an era of Peace. It does good for no being, but nobody in the Capital chooses to believe him due to his racial factors. Somehow the Capital City (Tumbletown) has a top-notch school that accepts him due to his high IQ and response to the interview with the head mistress; in this institution he is confronted by a spunky young female (a rather popular one) whom is a new student from the Mortal Realm fascinated by the thought of a “mythical”
concept following Natural Law and the Laws of Physics. These two are polar opposites in every way, but she is the only student who believes wholeheartedly that he knows how to stop the leader of the Dark Army–the true head, not the figurehead.

This leader has an ego to match their blood lust, and they don’t agree with the peace concept: they want to see the world fall into a black abyssal cloud full of insanity and pride… They want anarchy. She is the definition of the stereotype, and knows what makes Monty tick as his former comrade: she is the embodiment of evil essence, and she has immense power and strategy.

Can Monty and his friends stop the gaining empress? Or are they just fighting a losing battle?

On Writing Strong Female Characters (Make Them Human)

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Originally posted on Corsets, Cutlasses, & Candlesticks:

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Couldn’t resist. Copyright Kate Beaton at Hark! A Vagrant.

I have a lot of thoughts about how to write strong female characters, but first I wanted to address the idea of “strong.” For female characters, strength tends to be equated with physical prowess. Think of “strong female characters”, and most people will immediately list the Buffys and the Xenas, because they are warrior women with superior fighting skills. But in creating strong female characters, it’s also important to look beyond the physical. The Sansa Starks of fiction are not any less strong than the Arya Starks just because they can’t pick up a sword and slay their enemies. There are the Felicity Smoaks of the world who find strength in their intelligence, and the Cersei Lannisters who use manipulation and cunning to drive their enemies to their knees.

To quote Neil Gaiman on this subject:

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Be Loud. Be Proud. Be “You”nique

I’ll admit, I may be an amiable person, but there are a lot of people who don’t like me for no legitimate reason; my judgment is that I’m obnoxiously annoying in the eyes of most people. I have a kind of inflection that says to back off and leave me alone when I talk, that is who I am without saying anything more.

I have an ultimate rule I follow, a particular motto I use as a guide: Be loud and be proud. I am obnoxious by sound because my voice is very loud and projected outward; I am a social person with anyone, nobody is considered a stranger in my eyes because I believe there is good in all people. The rule is my shining light other than my faith which I am open about; people may not think or recognize I am Christian, but being Christian is more than a religion–it is a lifestyle.

I am not religious, religion is a man-made constitution that tries to comprehend spirituality and to an extent it can but I do not see myself as religious because I feel more spiritual than religious. I believe that your faith should not make you feel restricted it should lift you up and make you feel freer than you ever have felt. If any of you have a changed view of me due to this post, I can’t say I’m sorry because it doesn’t affect me. 

Not a natural born speaker despite loving to talk, I am “brilliant” on paper; with a pen or pencil, I can speak novels and volumes of pieces, topics, genres, etc. My vivid and active imagination allows me to be able to speak my mind and create stories and such atop the edge of my mind’s creative ability.

I am not afraid to express myself in every way possible: whether it be singing, drawing, dancing, writing, speech, or clothing. I want to make a statement for myself that makes me not only remembered but different causing me to be remembered.

A pessimistic/verbally abusive pacifist, I roam the depths of the world not knowing what I will step into and embracing the unknown, happy to discover the meaning of things. What is the purpose of us? Why are we here, put on this Earth, our homeland? I ask a lot of questions like that hoping for answers, discovering that there is no universal response to them.

I am brutally honest, more blunt than a baseball bat, and pretty rude. I like to belch and be disgusting. People who think they can change me are most definitely wrong because I am more stubborn than a pack mule, and I am unafraid of my social differences of me compared to my society’s preferences and standards.

That is pretty much me in a nutshell, besides the fact that I believe no one is actually “sane” and perfection and normality are just not achievable ideals.

A nerd. A geek. A dork. A freak. Psycho. Crazy. Everything in between. Can’t be change. Hard-set mind. This is who I am.

Who are you?

Post who you are on your blog. Right here in the comments or a post if it’ll allow you. Link your “Be Loud Be Proud” post to my blog. Comment your opinion. I’m always all ears for something new you guys!

Ocie Marie/Squeak, Main Admin to the NERD Blog.

Story Post: Destruction, Chapter Two

Jeremiah’s robotics team was fun but tonight was the night before the mid-semester exam, and the week before Thanksgiving. People never really thought Jay credible for his intellect because of how he and Gen are inseparable of their bond. He slams the locker door with a clinking of the hanging lock, haphazardly throwing his books into his knapsack having them somehow magically reorganize themselves into an orderly manner, and then readjusting the knitted beanie on his head to cover his ears. “Dan,” he tells his friend approaching him, “tell Daynes that I won’t be attending this week’s meeting. I have homework plus my parents are going into helicopter mode because I need to pass the Quarter Exam.”

           “No problem, brutha,” Daniel says with a grin. “Daynes will understand.”

        “Actually, I have the instructions on how to calibrate the controller in my backpack.” He digs through the bag to find a crisp green folder filled with papers of multiple colors. “It should be titled ‘Controller Calibration’.”

        “Gotcha. Thanks. So,” he goes on, popping a bubble of gum, “what’s the real story? I know you’re lying.”

        “Breaves went easy and gave me community service detention. I have to spend an hour cleaning his car and mowing his lawn.”

        “I’ll cover for you.” They fist bombed and then parted ways.

        Breaves’ house was a palatial mansion with beautiful shadow box windows, a slightly overgrown lawn about twenty acres big, a white stone sidewalk, and a fountain in the front yard in the center of a circular driveway. “And you work as a school principal? You sick bastard. Why don’t you retire already, you old fart?”

        “Hush it! You’re lucky you had your sister bail you out.”

        “Whatever, judgmental old man. Where’s your car?”

        “Over there.” Jeremiah drops his things onto the front porch and heads for the two floor garage. “Don’t scratch it! I want it good as new!”

        “Don’t push your power. I live in a democracy.” He angrily picks up the bucket and sponge.

        He finished the car in about four hours. His phone rings and it’s Gen. “Hey, sis.”

        “Where are you? I thought detention only lasted an hour,” she says calmly. “You need me to pick you up?”

        “Please. Breaves is performing cruel and unusual punishment.”

        “I suspected he would. I’m on my way.”

 

 

Maroon5 plays over the stereo connected to the Pandora station on Ginnifer’s iPod as she dances around the house; her tomboy hair, brown and purple shamelessly, frames her face just right to make her look older. Jeremiah smiles as he watches his goofball sister be who she is: she’s dyed her bangs a vibrant purple (they fall in front of her face like loose grasses), her skin is tanner than his, and it’s brought out by the by the dark clothes she typically wears (ripped jeans, blue high tops, a tank top and a cropped sweater). “Hey Gen,” he calls teasingly, “you might want to stop before what Mom blessed you with starts showing itself.” He laughs.

        “Ha, ha, very funny, Jay. I’d like to see you dance. Oh wait, you can’t!” She says over the music, falling into one of the bean bag chairs laughing hard enough to turn her cheeks into a flushing red. “Oh man, I pity the fool that has to watch that.”

        He throws a graphic novel at her. “Shut up.”

        “Oh! Mum and Dad are coming home today. They’re bringing Uncle Ben and Auntie Nora. I hope they have souvenirs,” she says fast as a race car.

        “Great.” Jay’s voice drips with sarcasm. “Lemme know when they leave. I’ll hide out in my room ‘til they’re gone.”

        “Yeah. Ben and Nora are a nightmare. But I meant souvenirs from Mum and Dad. They’re coming home from Italy.”

        Jeremiah shuts his book and stands. “You wanna know what?” He pauses for dramatic emphasis. “Why don’t I mop the floor with you in Virtua Fighter 2?”

        “You’re on game boy!” she says, loud as thunder. “Grab the controllers.”

        The parents, Benjamin, and Nora come in to find them in a heated match of Chun Lau and Pai in the video game. Nora instantly gives a displeased grunt at their childish behavior. “Is this really acceptable of a grown woman and a developing young man?”

        “Nora, you just ruined the match! She beat me!”

        “And it must be hard getting defeated on a device you didn’t grow up on. And I, on the other hand? The Playstation 2 is my life!”

        “Touché, you play well dear sister. Truly discussions are your strong suit.”

        They high five at the matches played then finally welcome the aunt and uncle, who have already been greeted by Mother and Father in the most highly respectable way possible for the self-imposed heiress. Nora grew up in Flushing and has the accent to match its high society, stuffy dress, and impossible expectations; she met Ben on a trip to Washington, D.C when she went to examine the city life of “Southern folk”, always talking like her societal mannerisms are the only ones considered normal. She kisses the air around Ginnifer, never making fun of how she spells her name, only how she dresses and “disrupts her womanly appearance.” Gen just rolls her eyes at the high horse remark.

        “Jeremiah, it’s a, um, memorable time seeing you again. You’ve grown since last visit?”

        “It’s been twelve years since you’ve visited when I’ve been home. You usually leave before I can get home,” he remarks humbly, trying to keep his cool. “You haven’t stayed long enough to notice me.”

        “You’re such a shadow it’s hard not to notice you. Maybe if you were more imposing like Gen or Matthew then you wouldn’t be such a ghost.”

        He pulls his hands back with the greatest restraint. They’ll only be here for a little while… Just grin and bear it, Jerry. “Sorry, Aunt Nora,” he says with a painful smile. “I’ll try harder.”

        “Nora, Ben, why don’t we go to the kitchen and discuss things? Ginnifer, will you take Jeremiah out to the town and have some fun? Go to an arcade or something.” Dad shakily slaps a major credit card into her gloved hand. “Go on now.” The quivering of his voice created a veil of uncertainty for Jay; he’s never seen Dad so upset in his life. Aggravated, irritated, frustrated, frantic, panicking, and tired as hell he’s seen Dad emote, but never nervous or fear.

        “C’mon, Jay. Let’s get going.” She throws him his coat and heads for the door with a soft smile on her face. “I’ll help ya with your Christmas shopping. And you can get a new decal for your board in return.”

        “Works for me,” he says, smiling like a kid in the candy shop.

 

 

Matthew Connelly’s fist smacked the table. “Nora, you cannot act so arbitrary! The children need to stay here, where they belong.” He and Nora, his dear high society bred sister, were face to face locked on to the other’s intense glare. “You don’t understand.”

        “What don’t I understand, Matthew? Your son is a social outcast, and Ben and I plan on moving to Virginia. We are getting much too old for the hustle and bustle of the city life in New York. D.C. is a fascinating Southern city, and we are moving to a small village like town near it. Less suppressed, less crowded. We think it would be a good change of pace for Jeremiah.”

        “It isn’t like that, Nora! If you separate those two, then you will only bring chaos to the places around you. They need to stay together, like a package deal!”

        “Poppycock! Now, you shall tell Jeremiah that he is to be leaving by the end of the month. The movers will be by to pick up the little things he has and will ship them to the new address in Berryville, Virginia.”

        Matt’s head dropped as his beloved sister walked out with her darling husband. “Jay isn’t going to like this, Mara.”

When you go in …

When you go in there, remember who the real enemy is.
- Haymitch Abernathy, The Hunger Games: Catching Fire

A critical review of the sequel “Catching Fire” in The Hunger Games Trilogy.

Brutally honest here, the reviewers of the book readers saying that the sequel was better than the first, still holding on to that edge-of-your-seat anticipation is no laughing matter. Last night, I went on a Christmastime date to see Catching Fire, adapted from the second book of Suzanne Collins. All in all, my review is truly incredible: 5 stars.

The sequel movie featuring Josh Hutcherson [Peeta Mellark], Jennifer Lawrence [Katniss Everdeen], Woody Harrelson [Haymitch Abernathy, quoted], and Elizabeth Banks [Effie Trinket]was phenomenal: more flowing and corresponding to the book–with some actual literary dialogue–surely made it gripping to all Tributors out there. The story line was absolutely perfect! :-) ^_^

Knowing the books as well as I do, the reactions of the other districts were spot on: riotous and passionate. Finnick Odair [Sam Claflin] was captured delightfully in the Hollywood interpretation of one of the best novel series known. Truly the sequencing feature was just as captivating as the first, what with Johanna Mason as a loud-and-foul-mouthed firecracker angry at the government, Finnick as an on-screen player, Beetee and Wiress (Nuts and Volts inversely) as strangely capable thinkers, Mags as a wonderful lady, and the Careers as pompous as ever. All of the characters had brilliant portrayals and excellent translations.

Now, I must admit to you my review of the first movie, as it coincides with this secondary review.

The first interpretation of the novels was adequate at best, and I say this with utmost respect for the books, due to the lacking quality of a few major happenings from the novel that I shall enumerate here:

  1. The admiration of Peeta: I know that not many people like to endure blood and gore, but that is simply what the Hunger Games represent in their post-apocalyptic scenario. Peeta [Hutcherson] was injured by Career Tribute Cato [Alexander Ludwig] in an attempt of survival during the Games. The slash in his leg was not nearly fatal enough in the movie (I don’t know if it was because they couldn’t use enough special effects makeup in order to produce such a massive wound properly, or what the case would’ve been) and that severely bothers me to this day. Secondly on this matter IT DOESN’T HEAL. Strictly and vividly remembering the crucial details of the first book, Peeta’s leg wound gets bad enough to where he is in need of amputation and leg replacement, leading me to my next point:
  2. Intensity of the Love: Katniss and Peeta win the Games together due to her nightlock scheme, no matter how last minute it was. Peeta’s injury was already too deep to heal at any rate with his survival, so the Capitol had to resort to replacement in order to maintain their image and to keep the winners for the Victory Tour; in relation, as the medics were taking Peeta off on a gurney to operate, Katniss was so attached that she followed them, banging on the glass door screaming his name frantically in hopes of him not dying to the blood poisoning in his system to the point sh has to be sedated because she wouldn’t respond to reason. The editor(s), I hope, left that scene out of the picture for whatever reason. It’s the scene that keeps you wanting more: will he live, will he die? But no, they end it with them winning.
  3. Appearances make the matters: This doesn’t so much bother me now as it did when I first saw the movie. Haymitch, according to Collins, has curly black hair and blue eyes, but I must admit that Harrelson was perfect for the role, seeing as Haymitch is alike to the comedy relief of the serious spectrum of the Games. And also, Gale. Well played, but not attractive enough in my opinion (others can argue with me if they wish to do so but I will not reply and shall stand my ground on the matter.)

 

Overall the two together get 4.5 out of 5, so Kudos, Bravo, and a Job Well Done.

Liebster Award

AColsin from Angela Colsin has nominated me for the Liebster award! Thanks so much first of all.

A Liebster Award is one that mentions blogs with <200 followers as a favorite, since Liebster is “favorite” in German. Now, in queue, I shall respond to her questions:

  • If you love to read, why?
    Well, it’s better than seeing something you hoped to expect just to see your hopes go down the drain. It’s completely free to interpretation! Also, reading opens the doors to the imaginative universe within the mind, and poses as a doorway for light-hearted spiritedness. I’m not allowed to have favorites because it makes me feel like I’m being prejudiced to the books I’ve read. :-)
  • If you’re a writer, what inspires you?
    I try to keep an open mind, but my greatest inspirations are video games and the life around me. The world is so full of crazies and labellers that it’s amazing how much people miss.
  • Favorite Music?
    Most definitely don’t have one. Though I listen most to Country and Alternative/Post-grunge music that isn’t generic pop or dub-step. Or rap. Those 3 are the definite bottoms of my list.
  • Favorite Video Game?
    I don’t have a favorite game, but a fave game series. It’s Kingdom Hearts. Hands Down.
  • Name a few iconic people you look up to (or just one!).
    I look up to people who are down to Earth types: like my Mother, Carrie Underwood, Rascal Flatts, Brad Paisley, Kelly Clarkson, and my Dad. I also admire my boyfriend for his tolerance and devotion.
  • Pizza or Burgers?
    Honest to God I can’t make that decision even if my LIFE depended on it. I love food.
  • Cats or Dogs?
    I’m more of a dog person, because I’ve had them all my life (since I was two). I love cats because of their fluffiness and instinct of knowing what’s home. But I’ve always admired dogs and their obvious intelligence, devotion, unconditional love, and skills.
  • Have any special talents no one knows about?
    Not that I know about. I’m usually pretty open about my personality. Shocking one though (due to the fact it isn’t expected at first) is that I’m a top-notch belcher in my family, behind my Mom.
  • What are your guilty pleasures?
    Frankly, I don’t have any deep dark pleasures other than the fact I read fanfiction.
  • Tired of this questionnaire yet?
    Meh. I’m neutral on that.

As a nominee by AColsin, I am to nominate 10 other blogs. My nominees are….

  1. Courage Times Three
  2. taowriting
  3. Painting Pundit (paintingpundit.com)
  4. purpleraysblog (purplerays.wordpress.com)
  5. Ecrivain (chroniclesofalonelywriter.wordpress.com)
  6. Opinionated Man (OM) (aopinionatedman.com)
  7. Melissa Holden (melissaholden.wordpress.com)
  8. Smoke & Dust (shatteredsmoke.com)
  9. Joe Warnimont (writewithwarnimont.com)
  10. Chris Martin (chrismartinwrites.wordpress.com)

My Questionnaire:

  1. What is your favorite pastime?
  2. If you write, what is your favorite genre to write about? Why?
  3. What is your favorite musical genre or performance group?
  4. Scale from 1-10, how crazy do you think you are? Explain.
  5. Video game favoritism anyone? Name your favorite game or game genre.
  6. What’s the most out of ordinary you’ve done or thought about doing?
  7. If you could live in any world, which world would it be and why?
  8. Fave gaming platform?
  9. Books vs. movies?
  10. Favorite animal?

I hope you guys enjoy these blogs! (I’m sorry about the link problems.)

 

 

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Crystal Kwanzaa, and so on!

I celebrate Christmas, a friend celebrates Hanukkah, another Kwanzaa. I still say Merry Christmas, all they do is reply back with their saying instead of “Happy Holidays”. We don’t care. Even people I don’t know will just reply with their belief like it’s nothing. I don’t mean anything by it and I definitely don’t mean to demean or purposefully harm another’s feelings, but I just don’t say “Happy Holidays” unless I’m at work.

Well, people then ask me this, “Why? It shows that you care about their holiday.”

In my opinion, it doesn’t: I grew up with my holiday being Christmas, and I’ve always said that. Saying “Happy Holidays” is like saying “happy every day of the year”. This one TV reporter said that he was Jewish, and celebrated Hanukkah; his neighbors would say “Merry Christmas”, but it never offended him because that’s their belief of things. He would see Christmas trees in the windows of his neighbors’ houses and then he’d see Menorahs a little further down the street.

Hence I shall continue to say Merry Christmas.

Yours

Squeak

Story Posts

Hiya people of the creative and oh so passionate N.E.R.D community! This is Squeak and I’m gonna throw a little curve ball into this rather dull sight, seeing as I haven’t posted very much. I have an idea for a story and I want some public opinionated feedback. This is a chapter for the story and I want to know what you think, guys! :-)

Zombies raced at the PC gamer “Chase” from Brooklyn, New York; he bashed in their heads covered in rotting flesh, blew them up with bombs and rockets, and blasted them with his double-barrel pump-action shotgun. He was an excellent gamer with skills honed tediously and strenuously after school work had been completed. At the top of both his class and his zombie assassination team, his pride should be through the roof. It wasn’t. He recognized the superior skill he had and accepted it with humility; he had earned his game ranking via discipline and experience without the use of cheats or mods. Chase—as his gamertag states—was an impeccable student of academic and technological skill.

His name is Jeremiah Connelly, a Junior and valedictorian at East Annan High School, living in one of the many brownstones in the heart of the Brooklyn district of New York City. He didn’t know that his massive knowledge of weaponry, wars, ammunition, and tactical maneuvers would assist in the growth of his hidden, inherited, innate power; he was completely oblivious to his strength.

Now, Jeremiah lives with his parents and one sister, Ginnifer (aka Gen). His parents are often out on business ventures, leaving him and Gen to fend for themselves in one of the world’s most populated cities. Gen got a job once she turned eighteen, being the elder of the siblings; she is now a twenty-year-old student mentor only kept at E.A. to keep Jeremiah in check who took on the role of being his motherly figure. The two protected each other, each of them studying a genre of combat styling—Ginnifer learnt jujutsu while Jeremiah practiced taekwondo.

The story begins in the depths of Brooklyn’s brownstones[1]. The two siblings have been left alone again by their workaholic parents to prepare for the oncoming school day.

“Jay!” Ginnifer calls out excitedly, “C’mon let’s get going! We’re gonna be late!”

“Coming Gen. Wait up!” They drop their boards and take the alleyways as means for a shortcut. “We need the shortest route possible. If we take the connector at 53rd then we should make it!” Jeremiah calls over the wind in his ears.

Gen fuels her board again, her scruffy coffee-colored hair moving in the wind and purple bangs tickling her freckled face. Jeremiah notices that even though they are four years apart (him being sixteen and her twenty), they were more like best buds than they were siblings; other than the preferred hobbies they did everything together: school, sports, music, and even television options. They hardly ever parted ways on anything.

The school of East Annan High was a huge building entirely of cinder block and brick, flat faced with windows on both floors; it was an amazing institution in academics, sports, and any other regions of competition. And with Gen having already graduated a couple years back and now participating as a student teacher, she heads to the English room in the Freshman Hall; Jay goes to the Junior Hallway for the first class on his schedule.

The intercom turns on with a subtle crackling noise. “Jeremiah Connelly please report to the dean’s office.” The dean is like their principal, but stuck up and hardly ever searched for details when it came to claims against the students.

The whole classroom turns and looks at him; noted as an intelligent troublemaker, this announcement can mean anything, really: detention, suspension, referral, even expulsion. There is a laundry list of possibilities as to what Breaves could do to the smartest and most dangerous student in East Annan. His peers watch as he stands quietly to make his way through the uniformly arrayed desks; once inside he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “What have I been accused for the time round the block, Mr. Breaves?” he asks quietly.

The dean looks at the star pupil of his establishment with a hard, disappointed glare of disgust. “Jeremiah,” he began with his snotty tone. “It is to my knowledge that you live with Ginnifer and the Connelly household. And they have raised a very bright young man, but recently you’ve been said to be skipping class and going to the bar four blocks down.” His voice scratches at Jay’s ears like a knife on fine china.

“I haven’t,” he starts calmly. “Ask Gen, Tyler, or Dan. This shit is getting real old real fast Breaves!” His tone escalates quickly as his fists form tightly at his sides. Breaves got on him for use of foul language. “Don’t even try it. Sir, with all due respect, you can place me in detention and even juvenile hall, but I have never in my life been intoxicated due to alcohol or drug use! Now, I have taken your arbitrary and ridiculous options of punishment for things you had no proof of me doing for the past two and a half years at this school without questioning once. However, you’ve just gone ten leagues too far this time, Breaves!” He slams his fist in the fine wood desk he sees about every two months.

The truancy officer barges through the door. “Calm down, Connelly. Let’s not do this dance again, please.”

Jeremiah glares at the officer and swings blindly, ably landing his fist into the man’s jaw. “Get the hell outta here. The dean should fight his own battles, goddamn it.”

The conversation plays on loudly over the intercom’s speakers, catching all students and teachers awestruck at the intensity of one of the school’s most intuitive pupils. Gen steps forward from her place in the back of the classroom and glances at the teacher for his nod of approval. Jay, I’m coming, she thought frantically as she bolted through the door.

She bounces off lockers and walls through the chase of her brother’s panicking tantrum; the struggle of Jeremiah and whoever else in that fight blasts through the speakers with emphasis on the crashes, breaks, and thuds alongside the upsets of screaming. This is the first time that his outbursts have erupted into violence of this magnitude, and the first time one has been on display publicly in any sense. Damn, this is gonna embarrass him… Gen gets through the door of the dean’s office at last; she sees that Dean Breaves has his hand on the microphone button and gestures to stop, when he does stop the transmitting she goes to the truancy officer calmly. “Stop, you’re scaring him worse, officer Dupré.” The policeman tries to argue but reluctantly releases his hold of the boy.

She approaches Jay without scorn. “Jeremiah.”

No answer.

She sighs heavily and kneels down, gripping his shoulders tightly. “Jeremiah Mathias Connelly,” she says slowly, “can you hear me in there?” She looks directly at him, hands behind his back and eyes red as blood. He hasn’t pulled through the phase yet…

Gen’s voice sounds in his head. “Gen?” he panics. “Ginnifer?”

A smile paints her lips as she jerks him into a stern, loving hug. “I’m right here… You’ll be okay, Jay… I promise.”

One hand reaches behind her, asking for the key to the handcuffs; she releases him once she’s given it. And hearing the clink of metal on tile, he hugged back in fear, body shaking and muscles tensed from his street-defense skills used in the fight.

“Jay, you’re okay. No one is trying to hurt you,” she says softly, stroking his hair. “Dean, I’m going to have to ask for Jeremiah to be excused from the rest of his classes for today. I’ll catch him up at home on what he missed. Think of it as outside tutoring.” Helping him stand up, she leads Jeremiah to the door. “I’d like it if you would have your facts straight before you accuse those with high-wired feelings, this way we can avoid any sort of injuries.”

She flips open her mini-computer and pages for a cab. The intercom clicks on again. “Attention all students, the previous fighting you heard was nothing but a simulation led by our one and only Jeremiah Connelly. It was a scripted event. Carry on, now.”

Simulation my ass, Jay thought angrily, his eyes turning red as brimstone.

First Round: Music

Okay, I am going to be completely honest folks, who I am is a true music junkie. It’s my life. Also, I make music and I write about mythical creatures and that nonsense. Even published a book on Amazon if you want to check it out, but I’m off topic. (Memories Paperback and Kindle Version in case you wanna check it out.)
Anywho, I’m down home old school, I steal my mom’s cassettes from her stash (and return then, of course, rewound and such), pop then into the stereo in my room and play then while dancing around like an idiot on drugs or something! :-D Inside and out, I’m even one for the gold tracks.
Recently, I finished a good book after a total amount of four hours over a week. It’s about someone making their dream in music on community radio, with a few connections. The book felt like I was reading the life of an ordinary teenager, but it actually had me gripped! No blah blah baloney like in Harry Potter Book 4: Goblet of Fire. So what is the name of this book, you might ask? In relations to my Junkie Page, it is Beautiful Music for Ugly Children by Kirstin Cronn-Mills. Look it up, it’s a well worth read for all you retro listeners and new age too!

Ocie Marie

Otakus Unite at the Approval of New Soul Eater Season

Abiding by the information of an anonymous source I have contact with, the fantastic anime of Soul Eater, based off the manga of Ookubo Atsushi, has been approved for their fifth season following the death of Witch Arachne and picking up after the fight with Kishin Asura. How exciting!
Though as an otaku myself, I disprove of the sequencing of the fourth season since it was rather hustled and blatantly disregarded the actions of the manga chapters, no matter how enticing the episode progression was made to be. Therefore I am swiftly hoping that this upcoming set of episodes makes up for the rather pitiful way the fourth had failed to follow the plot line of Atsushi’s brilliant portrayal of characterization, profiling, and stupendous animation skills.
Still, in all aspects I am both eager to see what they come up with, and ready to criticize as (known to people around me) one of the harshest and specific film/animation/television critics around.
More information to come SE fans!

-Admin Squeak

Photography 101: Shape, Line, Texture, and Pattern

Originally posted on The Daily Post:

Now that we’ve covered a number of fundamentals in photography, from composition and light to focus and POV, let’s now think about elements out in the world that we can use to create more visually interesting images: shapes, lines, textures, and patterns. Today, we’re excited for photographer Evan Zelermyer, the blogger at Urban Mosaic, to share his ideas and illustrate shape, line, texture, and pattern through his urban, architectural, and abstract photography.

Urban Mosaic is the result of many years spent exploring New York City’s five boroughs, searching for interesting sights and finding lesser-known nooks and crannies. New York is a large and varied place, and serves as an endless source of visual inspiration. The goal on my blog is to provide a fresh perspective on familiar urban sights (streets, subways, architecture, etc.), and also to reveal hidden beauty in the marginal, little-noticed details of everyday city life.

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Pokémon Brings Back Long-Loved Motto

http://mynintendonews.com/2013/09/16/pokemon-celebrates-the-return-of-gotta-catch-em-all/

Gotta Catch ‘Em All! ~Pokémon
Through a remixed version of the former “Gotta Catch ‘Em All” theme song into the ever-so-popular electronica called “Catchatronic”. I am thoroughly intrigued and ecstatic to know they are bringing it back. This “blast from the past” retrospective is in celebration of its newest generation: X & Y.
In personal Opinion I believe that the game software shouldn’t be isolated to the Nintendo 3DS system. It’s just rude to consider a perfectly good gaming console obsolete just because a newer version is available. But that obviously won’t matter anyhow. I am just a retro kinda girl.

Admin Squeak- Anime/Manga, TCG, Pokémon and Yu-Gi-Oh!

Serious Chizz: Yu-Gi-Oh!

Okay TCGers! Time to start cracking! Admin Squeak here to get some gears cranking.

Over about the past year, my little brother and I have had discussions about the rules of Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters & Pokémon TCG. We both play the online and video gamer’s formats but it seems that the rules were constantly changing, even when they based them off the anime. So, I decided to look up the official website for the “Rule of Thumb” of both card battles.  This go around I’ll be focusing on the Yu-Gi-Oh! TCG aspect of things.

Even though I can disagree, I usually battle with the Duelist Kingdom rules of Yu-Gi-Oh! where sacrifice isn’t necessary unless the monster you’re summoning is a fusion monster, where you then need polymerization or a ritual card. Those were the first ever rules according to the RELEASED English-dub of the anime.  I shall admit it’s rather easy and most favorable, but nowadays untrue. The basis for dueling is through the Battle City Rules Formation of the TCG where it is required a certain number of sacrifices in order to summon certain levels of Monster Cards.

It’s pretty fair, because by the sacrificing of weaker monsters in order to get stronger ones is like putting simple math into the game: the stars of the sacrifices must be less and then must either add up to be greater-than-or-equal-to the amount of stars your “outcome monster” contains. Fair trade.

That’s the basic monster summoning techniques of the Trading Card Game–TCG–of Yu-Gi-Oh!

Catchya Later! ;)

~Admin. Squeak

What’s Your Favorite Manga/Anime or Genre?

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Playing favorites anyone? You can have more than just one! :D

This is a discussion topic for us Otakus. You can also send me, Admin Squeak, questions you would like to discuss with your fellow Otaku people.
So say what your answer is and say why. Your opinion is valid because it is yours.
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Gaming 101: MY Style of Gaming

My Gamer Style is very old-fashion for a 16-year-old: board, card (and trading card), and the old video consoles like Nintendo (all systems from the 80′s and 90′s). I also play chess, Boggle, Elsword, and the gameboy systems.

My favorite Style that I’ll talk about is more than likely my TCG’s of Pokemon on Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (ranging from Original to 5D’s). I love the strategic type of games that require you to think.