Snakes, Bones, and the Occasional Embryo Part 5

(This is the final part of Chapter 1, Enjoy!)

Part 5

      With that the skeletons rushed at me with so much force I could’ve been smashed into a million pieces, but I dodged and swung one’s head off into the pile with the others. I then turned to another skeleton, who decided to fall into pieces. He was probably just afraid of me, so I didn’t see any harm in just letting his bones lie there. That is probably where I went wrong.

      The last of the skeletons was easy to finish off, mainly because he just stood there. After I took care of him I realized why I came in here in the first place. I rummaged through the cabinets and drawers, but there weren’t any sharp objects so I guess I had to persuade her to let me go by having information that I shouldn’t have.

      “I know your innermost fear,” I told her.

      “I don’t have one silly boy.”

      Darn I thought in my mind, and that is when I heard it; the skeleton was reforming and not just with all of his bones, but with all of the bones around him. He was turning into a beast with the bones from all of the other five skeletons. When his transformation was over I ran into the other room and completely forgot about the skulls in here. Right when he walked into the room it was like a magnet to the other skulls. They all shot at him and morphed into one giant person. The giant skeleton raced toward me and I tried to dodge it but he hit me and I slammed into a book shelf and strangely enough it fell revealing a big tunnel in the back of the cabin.

      “What the heck.” I said and raced down the tunnel.

      As I ran down the dark tunnel I started to think about what happened to the other she-devil-girl-person. Maybe she died or maybe she was trying to be evil and help the other one. Either way I didn’t know what had happened or where I was going now.

      I decided that I wasn’t being followed and started to slow down. As I slowed down I heard loud breathing which could only be from one person; the evil she-devil. The breathing started getting closer so I decided that I would try to hide against the side so I could sneak out the way I had come in.

      “Come on my child he shouldn’t be much further we are almost to Fulmar’s fortress he couldn’t have gotten in there.” She snarled at her minion.

      “Good idea Harpe.” Harpe’s minion shouted.

      “SSSSSSShhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! The boy must never know my name! Got it my child.” She hissed at him, as though someone had just killed her parents.

      “Yes ma’am.” He whimpered as though she had just hit him.

      They ran past me, and I was grateful that they did not find me. I waited until I could no longer hear the breathing and then I ran back to the entrance of the tunnel and climbed out on top of the bookshelf, and that is when I realized where the front door was. This would be a great start to my journey, so I decided to walk out the door.

The Shakespearean people

CAUTION: If you read this blog there may be spoilers of some Shakespearean plays!
In class we have started to read a play by Shakespeare, Hamlet, do not get me wrong it is going great and I am finally understanding it. I just don not get into it as much as I got into Shakespeare's other plays. Romeo and Juliet was awesome, and I recited Mercutio's Queen Mab speech. Then I read Julius Cesar which while was not my favorite, it gave me multiple quotes that were good to use. Then I read Macbeth which was my favorite Shakespearean piece thus far. I just liked the idea of a crazy psycho murderer, and his creepy wife seeing ghosts and then dying. I don't know it was just really phenomenal, but with Hamlet, I just have not gotten into it. I believe that as the story progress' I will enjoy it more, but as of today it is still not my favorite. Right now I am reading the part about how Horatio is taking Hamlet to see the ghost of his father. Then as they are searching they find him, and the ghost wants Hamlet to follow him. Horatio tries to tell Hamlet that he does not know if he should follow him. Hamlet follows the ghost of his father anyways he then reveals that he was murdered. At this point I am trying to start to like it. It gives a tragic happening that will probably end with death(which is what happens in all of Shakespeare's plays). As I continue reading this play I will try to keep you guys updated on my opinion of the play and its scenes.

Snakes, Bones, and the Occasional Embryo, Part 4

Part 4

I decided it would be a good idea to go to page 18:

The she-devils are strong and powerful, they feast upon their foes with the uttermost attentiveness. They tend to feast when their prey is not looking or distracted by some odd or shiny object on the she-devil’s scaly arms…

As I read this information I almost immediately knew what was going to happen next. I dodged the furious strike of the she-devil.  I knew there must have been something in the book about how to fight them or something else about them.  I flipped through the pages until I found what I was looking for…

 …when fighting she-devils you need to be swift and agile the only way to harm one is to lodge a sharp object between their scales, or by fooling them into letting you go. This can be accomplished by letting them thinking you know some valuable information that they can’t let get into the wrong hands.

I finally found it now all I needed was some information that I could use against her, or a sharp object to injure her with.  My best bet was to make my way into the kitchen. I might be able to make a dodge for it, but first I needed her to think I have another person in the room waiting to kill her.

“Shh, Henry you need to sneak around her and jump on to her back.” I said this in a loud whisper, just loud enough for her to hear me but not loud enough so it sounded like I wanted her to know.

  She then turned to face her “opponent,” that is when I made my move for the kitchen. I made it without a problem, but as soon as I did make it into the kitchen the she-devil realized what I had done. She let out this roar that could raise the dead LITERALLY. Skeletons rose up from the ground to face me, and as I charged at them I thought that they might splatter into a pile of bones. Luckily it worked, but then I could hear clanking and as I turned around to face the pile of bones I saw them reforming, this time as a different form as though they were becoming tougher.

“Now you see what my children can do.” She told me as she slithered into the kitchen.

 The book? Of course, didn’t the book have a section on skeletons? I flipped the book open to page 79 and there is the picture of the skeleton I start to read as I rumble around the room dodging the attacks. Until I finally read:

Skeletons are usually controlled by she-devils, but some colonize in the depths of Fulmar’s fortress. It is difficult to kill a skeleton when their bodies are intact. What you want to do is hit them with something and then take any one of their bones this makes them unable to reform because every bone is needed in order for the reformation process. If you do kill one, be sure that no other skeletons can use their bones to make them stronger, and remember to take the same bone or kill them quite a ways from each other because they will take the bones from other skeletons…

I read this and instantly knew what bone would be easiest to take, the skull. As I watched the skeletons charge at me, I saw the she-devil just watching and awaiting my death.

“Why are you trying to kill me, I thought you needed to train and use me!” I scream.

“That was their plan, Fulmar’s plan is different he wants you dead NOW!” With that she lunged at me with all of her force.

I dodged the advance and she flung into three of the six skeletons. I quickly grabbed each one of their heads and threw them into the other room. With that I looked at the she-devil she snarled what sounded like “He has the book, get it from him before he reads it all; if we let him read that we will get far worse than punishment from Fulmar!”

The City of Whites

      As I was looking for sonnets i my English book I found one that was not about love or beauty at all, it was about hate, and despair. "The White City" by Claude McKay, made me think about how in the late 1800's- early 1900's was discriminatory towards races other than whites. This poem tells readers about the hate in the city, and how that a white mans hell was like heaven to them. It is ironically written as a sonnet because of its hate, which makes it more interesting. This poem may be about something completely different, but this is my interpretation: It is about an African America person who is living in the city, and is  hating how the discrimination throughout the city is segregating the blacks and the whites, and is making it seem like heaven for one is hell for another, which is not right at all. There was imagery in this poem that made me think of a run down street that many were forced to live in, but it was normal for them, and many were just happy to be in the north. It also made me think of new technology arriving, and how the city was just full of hate, and despair. Another concept that the poem gave me was of the underground railroad, even tough it was not written around the time of the civil war, it made me think of a time before the civil war where the underground railroad was active, and it brought families up to the north to live in run down towns with multiple other families. Anyways here is the poem so that you can make your own assumption. 

The White City
By: Claude McKay

I will not toy with it nor bend an inch.

Deep in the secret chambers of my heart

I muse my life-long hate, and without flinch

I bear it nobly as I live my part.

My being would be skeleton, a shell,

If this dark Passion that fills my every mood,

And makes my heaven in the white world's hell,

Did not forever feed me vital blood.

I see the mighty city through a mist--

The strident trains that speed the goaded mass,

The poles and spires and towers vapor-kissed,

The fortressed port through which the great ships pass,

The tides, the wharves, the dens I contemplate,

Are sweet like wanton loves because I hate.

Snakes, Bones, and the Occasional Embryo Part 3

Part 3

      She seemed to be telling me about the devil kind. I mean this is a very boring conversation about how great the devil kind is, but I don’t even think she realizes who she is talking to. Finally I ask, “Why are you telling me this?”

      “So you are aware of what you are about to do.”

      “And what is that, and how do you know I’ll even do it.”

      “Oh you will do it, if you don’t I will drag you down to my cave personally.” She grimaced with pure evil.
      “Now that you’ve told me what is going on, sort of, I guess it is time to tell you I know that you are not her.”
      “I figured you would find out sooner or later, finally I can have some fun,” That is when she lunged at me and I defended myself the way I usually do when a bully attacks, I jumped on the floor and covered my body with the chair I was tied to. That is when she turned into the beast, her legs became smoke, her arms became scaly with large claws that looked like bear claws, her head turned into a head of a bird and instead of beak she had large lips, and her body had become smaller like that of a snake.

      After her transformation happened she darted toward me and with a swift rise over me she cut the bindings keeping me on the chair. I was grateful, but I knew what she was trying to do, she was trying to see how good I fought so she could report back to whoever was in charge. I knew her plan before she could tell me this time. I had the advantage, or at least I thought I did. With that thought she lunged at me I rolled and dodged her swipe just barely. I could feel something drawing me toward a book in the corner of the room, so I decided to try to grab it. I finally reached the book and opened it up to the table of contents and saw this:

Table of contents:

Unkind…………………………………………………………………………………………………1

She-Devil…………………………………………………......………………………………………18

Knotrs………………………………………………………………………………………………..34

Grave Carvings……………………………………………………………………..…………………49

Gargals………………………………………………………………………….…………………56

Language of beyond……………………………………………………………………………………70

Skeleton……………………………………………………………………………….…………………79

Nice…………................………………………………………………………..…………………89

Fulmar…………………………………………………………………………….…………………100

Fulmar’s Kingdom and other creatures…………………………………….…………………119

…If you are wondering about the direnight than please find the book of Fulmar…

I felt a funeral, and then something terrible happened...

The poem “I felt a funeral, in my Brain” by Emily Dickinson, is very ambiguous. Poets always have multiple meanings for every word in their poem. This poem has vivid imagery about a funeral, and then a stanza or two about going to heaven and then… That is how the poem ends, right in the middle of a sentence it has an awesome ending though, because you don’t know if the poem is a dream or is someone having an out of body experience while they are viewing their own funeral. This poem is stupid. I don’t know why poetry makes me go off on random tangents like this one, but it does because of all of these meanings it is starting to make my head hurt. I know that poetry is useful, and is a major part of culture in general, but it is just so darn difficult to figure out just one meaning that you believe. Every time I read this poem or any other poem more than once I get a brand new interpretation, and scratch the old one until another clue leads me back there. Emily Dickinson has some great pieces that I have already read, but this one just makes confused on what is real and what is not, and I believe that was her intentions, so good job Emily. I just have to say this poem is a good one with ambiguous writing style and vivid imagery, but it just was not one that I liked all that much.

Here is the poem:

I felt a funeral in my brain,

        And mourners, to and fro,

Kept treading, treading, till it seemed

        That sense was breaking through.

And when they all were seated,

        A service like a drum

Kept beating, beating, till I thought 

        My mind was going numb.

And then I heard them lift a box,

        And creak across my soul

With those same boots of lead,

        Then space began to toll

As all the heavens were a bell,

        And Being but an ear,

And I and silence some strange race, 

        Wrecked, solitary, here.

And then a plank in reason, broke,

        And I dropped down and down--

And hit a world at every plunge,

        And finished knowing--then--

Snakes, Bones, and the Occasional Embryo, Part 2

Part 2

     She looked at me with a disgusting look of delight.                                      

     “Happy now,” I told her with the energy of a lion.

     “Yes, very much so,” she said.

     She picked up the plate and headed back towards the kitchen. I could tell that she was in a hurry because as I watched her feet to a sort of run-walk-hop-like-jig.

     As she came back from the kitchen she seemed different, she had a smile that could kill a rhino; trust me it was a horrendous sight it was worse than the embryo. She had about 20 teeth intact and about 3 teeth coming outwards towards her lips. Her gums were just fine though besides the teeth coming out of them. Another thing I noticed was that her teeth were different colors and I don’t think they were like that before she stepped into the room. Maybe it was just my imagination but she was very tormenting. Just her appearance frightened me.

     “What are you looking at?” She said in a shrill voice that made my hair stand on end, this wasn’t her normal voice.

     “Look me in the eyes!” I said with this new sense of confidence that even surprised me.

     “Now why would you want that Jeremy?” Her voice sounded threatening instead of the usual soft heartedness. 

     “Just do it,” I scream at the monster, “why are you afraid!”

     “No I am not afraid of some little kid! …Fine come here, and take a good look.”  

     Her eyes were black not the soft green eyes I was accustomed to. I knew I had to think fast so I decided to devise a fool proof plan while she was staring into what seemed like my soul itself. To fool her of what I was truly thinking, I said what I would’ve said to the other girl and not this, this, imposter.

     “Why did you take so long in the kitchen?” I questioned in the same tone I had been using when I asked about my parents.

     “Time is not important, not now nor ever will time be important. Right now we need to wait until you are trained and have finally unlocked your true potential, in order to help the greater devil kind. Nivow is coming and your entire little tiny race will suffer, and you will lead their demise. She-devils are just superior to your race in general. The funny thing is though there is nothing you can do about it.”

Mirror... not by Justin Timberlake

           Mirror is a poem by Sylvia Plath that uses a mirror as its speaker. This poem was very confusing to understand at first because of all of the syntax. After reading it a second time I began to understand more of the poem. I started to make sense that a mirror was talking about it speaking the truth. Then I got to the second stanza and I was lost again. All it started talking about was that now the mirror was a lake and a child had drowned in it. It reminded me of an Old Spice Commercial.

          I do understand the ending better because it was just symbolizing aging and eventual death, but the part about a candle and a moon being a lie is still weird to me, but oh well I think if I read it a couple more times then I will get it eventually. For the time being though I am going to read some other poetry, and then go back to it. One concept of the article that makes me wonder is that is the mirror just trying to trick the person into only seeing the aesthetics and not what is actually there, and then the lake is suddenly rippling you the truth behind reality, which is death.  Yeah this poem probably does have some deeper meaning that is not on the surface, just like a mirror or a lake…

                        Mirror

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful ‚
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

-          Sylvia Plath 

Snakes, Bones and the Occasional Embryo, Part 1

   Hello, this blog post is the first of many, and I just wanted to give all of the readers a little info on what is happening. On this Blog I will be posting at least twice a week, one of the posts will be a part of the book I am working on titled Page2, and the second will be a review on a piece of literature that I am dealing with at that time. I will try to keep you guys updated on the upload schedule. Now here is Part 1 of the book.

Chapter 1.    Snakes, Bones and the Occasional Embryo 

Part 1

She looked me in the eyes, and that is when I knew she was good. Sometimes I thought she was trying to convince me she was evil. This thought made questions race through my mind.  Why had she killed my mother and my father, but left me? Why had she seen it right to take me here, and not leave me to rot in my home?  Where were we? How long has it been since my parents died?

“I’m hungry,” was all I could manage to say.

I thought to myself “I’m so stupid! I had so many other options, to curse at her, to beg her for my life, or to question her, and I chose to say that”.

“Well then, why don’t we fix that,” She said in a snide snicker voice. That reminded me of how much I hated her.

I watched as she walked toward the kitchen in this minuscule cabin, probably in the middle of nowhere. How I got there, I have no idea. I could see her coming back from the kitchen with what looked like a dead squirrel without hair. She handed it to me and gave me one of those “looks good doesn’t it” looks that made me feel even queasier because she actually ate this gruesome cuisine.

“There you go the finest cuisine west of the Knotr hills.” My captor spoke.

“You, You, You expect me to eat that.” I said in a disgusted tone because who knows what it is.

“Why yes haven’t you ever eaten a pig embryo?”

“THIS IS A PIG EMBRYO!!” I scream.

“Why yes, what else would you like to eat.” She sounded as if she was truly interested.

“Well what about hotdogs, hamburgers, or pizza, you know normal people food, not some exotic garbage.” I quickly explained to her hoping she had an alternative.

She looked at me in disgust and then gave me a look telling me: eat this or you will suffer far worse than watching your parents die.

*Gulp* I looked at the embryo and decided it might taste like pork or something scrumptious. I took a big bite out of it.

“Ugh, no this is gross this tastes like a pig threw up mud on a piece of bacon.” I said to myself.  It was horrible but I had to fill my stomach with something. I also had to put on a show.  After a while of eating I finally gulped back the final piece of the tiny hooves. I was finally finished with this horrendous item of food. At least I was no longer hungry and frightened.