tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34843654119641578502024-03-13T16:11:53.639-07:00Wiki Wiki WhatEleven's Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06119585871303996057noreply@blogger.comBlogger302125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484365411964157850.post-60137885942310947282015-02-04T08:18:00.000-08:002015-02-04T08:21:05.022-08:00Best of 2014: Science-Fiction Movies<br />
<b>The rise of the science-fiction/adventure movie has stepped off the ground a few years ago, with following the success of Avatar and Iron Man, and now it seems to have taken to the skies. Movie theaters were dominated by science-fiction movies this year (mostly sequels) and not only did they shatter box-office records, they surpassed the previous entries' box-office gross. Let's take a look!</b><br />
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<b>Title: </b>Guardians of the Galaxy<br />
<b>Director: </b>James Gunn<br />
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<b>What's it About: </b>A merry band of misfits who cruise the galaxy in order to do what's right, because gosh-darn it, it's the right thing to do! Plus talking animals and poor plot twists.<br />
<b>Buzzworthy: </b>I think i'm pretty much the only human on earth who found this movie to be quite ordinary. I feel like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zoe_Saldana">Zoe Saldana</a> has worn herself thin in the science-fiction department, with breakout roles in Avatar, Star Trek, and it's sequel Star Trek: Into Darkness. That makes THREE science-fiction series under her belt. And to be quite honest, that is the only thing I could think of while watching this movie. It did very well at the box office, and a sequel is already planned but for heaven's sake, someone give Saldana a new genre to work in.<br />
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<b>Title: </b>Dawn of the Planet of the Apes<br />
<b>Director: </b>Matt Reeves<br />
<b>Starring: </b>Andy Serkis, Keri Russell, Gary Oldman<br />
<b>What's it About: </b>Years after the tragic events of the first film, Apes and Men must learn to co-exist in a new world order. But human qualities soon causes trouble between the two camps and the Apes, lead by Caesar, begin to take action.<br />
<b>Buzzworthy: </b>Not only did it outgross his predecessor, it is the highest-grossing film in the Planet of the Apes franchise. I credit that to the brilliant use of computer-animated imagery and the acting chops of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andy_Serkis">Andy Serkis</a> who manages to convey so much emotions through the sparkling eyes of Caesar.<br />
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<b>Title: </b>Interstellar<br />
<b>Director: </b>Christopher Nolan<br />
<b>Starring: </b>Matthew McConaughey, Anne Hathaway, Jessica Chastain<br />
<b>What's it About: </b>Humans have all but destroyed Earth. A crew is sent on a mission to save mankind before it is too late, after receiving a message from a "ghost."<br />
<b>Buzzworthy: </b>This is my kind of science fiction movie. It was a perfect balance between 2001: A Space Odyssey and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lost_in_Space_(film)">Lost in Space</a>. You know it's a good science fiction film when it makes you question life AND makes you cry a bit. Just a bit.<br />
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<b>Title: </b>Edge of Tomorrow<br />
<b>Director: </b>Doug Liman<br />
<b>Starring: </b>Tom Cruise, Emily Blunt, Bill Paxton<br />
<b>What's it About: </b>This is your typical science-fiction fantasy fare: A futuristic soldier has the chance to repeat the day's battle everytime he is killed, giving him the chance to learn more about the enemy in order to stop the impending invasion. Yes, I just included a Tom Cruise film in my blog.<br />
<b>Buzzworthy: </b>The fact alone that Tom Cruise is still capable of drawing crowds is buzzworthy. Let alone making a box-office dent AND wowing the critics. Who would have thought?!<br />
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<b>Title: </b>X-Men: Days of Future Past<br />
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<b>Starring: </b>Hugh Jackman, James McAvoy, Jennifer Lawrence, Michael Fassbender<br />
<b>What's it About: </b>The X-Men work together with Magneto in order to send Wolverine back in time to stop Mystique from committing a crime that will endanger mutants for generations to come.<br />
<b>Buzzworthy: </b><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jennifer_Lawrence">Jennifer Lawrence</a> should receive the same advice as Zoe Saldana: stop with the science-fiction series already! It can get confusing and hard to believe when you an actress in every single blockbuster of the year. The film has been praised as well for mixing the cast of both trilogies and still manage to keep the plot clean and precise. This is probably what helped make this the most successful film in the X-Men franchise.<br />
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<b>It truly was a year for science-fiction and 2015 seems to be gearing up to be even better with the upcoming releases of Jupiter Ascending, The Lazarus Effect, and Mad Max: Fury Road, to name a few. </b><br />
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<br />Eleven's Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06119585871303996057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484365411964157850.post-72662737254319136982015-01-29T13:52:00.000-08:002015-01-30T05:28:13.670-08:00Best of 2014: Pop Albums<br />
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<strong>Artist: </strong>Ed Sheeran<br />
<b>Pop Out: </b>This album stands out because of how unique Ed Sheeran is as an artist. Not only is he lyrically talented, but the guy can switch from crooning talk-rapping to smoothing singing like it's nobody's business. I do have a weakness for British music though, so maybe i'm biased, but this is by far the best export to come out of England since Ellie Goulding. Replay!<br />
<b>Best Songs: </b>"Bloodstream" and "Don't"<br />
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<b>Title: </b>Ultraviolence<br />
<b>Artist: </b>Lana Del Rey<br />
<b>Pop Out: </b>This album should be number one solely because Lana Del Rey is my musical goddess. I literally pray to her music. But her follow-up album to the amazing Born To Die is just short of being an epic masterpiece. The strings are there, the riffs are there, the nods to different eras are there; but something is missing. And that is Del Rey's witty writing skill. The production is flawless (and borderline alternative) but the writing is below average and repetitive. I expect more from her upcoming fourth album "Honeymoon."<br />
<b>Best Songs: </b>"Black Beauty", "Cruel World", and "Florida Kilos"<br />
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<b>Artist: </b>Maroon 5<br />
<b>Pop Out: </b>Most people I know can't stand Maroon 5, but I have always been a fan and am even more after hearing this album for the first time today (in preparation for this list.) It is by far the most pop they've ever been with each song sounding like the previous one. There isn't much flexibility in the arrangements, but then again, isn't that what makes pop music? It's suppose to sound good to the ears and this album (with the help of Darkchild) is like chocolate in your ear drums.<br />
<b>Best Song: </b>"Maps." I put that shit on repeat!<br />
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<b>Title: </b>Shakira<br />
<b>Artist: </b>Shakira<br />
<b>Pop Out: </b>It's no surprise that Shakira's 10th album is a sure-fire hit. The chick has pipes and she laid that shit down like no other singer can. Her vocal abilities sometimes frighten me; here she sounds like an angel, there she sounds like a crooner. She's part singer, part poet. But one thing is for sure, she is 100% in control of her artform. A true pop album for the ages.<br />
<b>Best Songs: </b>"Empire" and "Medicine"<br />
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<b>Title: </b>1,000 Forms of Fear<br />
<b>Artist: </b>Sia<br />
<b>Pop Out: </b>If you know me, this comes to no surprise. I have been listening to this album on repeat for the past months. I'm a little late on the bandwagon because I don't listen to the radio so I find all my music online or through blogs. The first song I heard from this album was Elastic Heart (from the Hunger Games soundtrack) and in the following hours, I had already downloaded the album and listened to it till my ears bleed. Aaaaand I want them to bleed again.<br />
<b>Best Songs: </b>"Hostage", "Burn the Page", and "Fire Meet Gasoline."<br />
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<b>What was your favourite pop album of 2014?<br /><br />Candles are out,</b><br />
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<br />Eleven's Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06119585871303996057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484365411964157850.post-17883452645347684132014-11-17T08:38:00.000-08:002014-11-17T08:38:24.216-08:00Fall TV Madness <br />
<strong>I must start off by saying that I don't have cable at home. Not even the basic variety with those three Canadian channels and the fuzzy-static porn one late at night. (Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. We were all thirteen once)</strong><br />
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So I kinda have a valid reason for posting so late about the new TV season. I don't watch as many shows as before (I do have somewhat of a social life) but the ones I do have time to watch are kick fucking ass. Like Hilary Swank said recently: TV is where the good writing is at these days. Don't believe me? Take a look:<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVZd5z4EXW7EW8aP1SlWvrxRDlEgmoOMQ0TNKvGAWygYq0zNoGDfcd-yeTugBJ8JjZ8BpcKCoC-Xm7u-UrbUQmdh67WkObVL8uQntM1XbB3P9zIhfGnlha9Um42e7XmdnzR1Jz4sGgH67S/s1600/fishmooney.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVZd5z4EXW7EW8aP1SlWvrxRDlEgmoOMQ0TNKvGAWygYq0zNoGDfcd-yeTugBJ8JjZ8BpcKCoC-Xm7u-UrbUQmdh67WkObVL8uQntM1XbB3P9zIhfGnlha9Um42e7XmdnzR1Jz4sGgH67S/s1600/fishmooney.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a><strong>What it's about: </strong><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3749900/?ref_=nv_sr_1">Gotham</a> is not exactly a superhero show but it's not exactly a procedural either. And somehow, it's also not confused. It borrows from both world without being greedy and places one foot ahead of the next very carefully. However, it is very much an origin story and follows the rules very tediously. Bruce Wayne is still a child as is Selena Kyle and Ivy Pepper (based on Poison Ivy); Penguin still holds on to a bit of sanity while Edward Nigma (The Riddler) is slowly losing his; the mafia is slowly finding it's footing and James Gordon is just starting to realize just how corrupt Gotham really is.<br />
<strong>Production: </strong>The man behind Gotham is <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bruno_Heller">Bruno Heller</a>, who also created Rome and The Mentalist. He also wrote two of my favourite episodes so far: "Selena Kyle" and "Penguin's Umbrella". The show started with a 13 episode run, but thankfully that got bumped up to 22 episodes. <br /><strong>Starring: </strong>Ben Mackenzie, Donal Logue, Robin Lord Taylor, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jada_Pinkett_Smith">Jada Pinkett Smith</a>.<br /><strong>Why it's hot: </strong>Because it's an origin story. Because it is full of nods to the Tim Burton era. Because you can literally picture some scenes as comic panes. Because Jada Pinkett Smith. Because the writing is superior than most movies. Because!!<br />
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<strong>What it's about: </strong>A new season of AHS signifies a new storyline, a new American tale to be told in a macabre fashion. <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1844624/?ref_=nv_sr_1">Freakshow</a> tells the story of a bunch of - wait for it - freaks, who must learn to love themselves in a world where everyone fears them. There are multiple storylines but true to AHS, they will slowly and surely blend together. And what a show it will be!<br />
<strong>Production: </strong>Ryan Murphy and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brad_Falchuk">Brad Falchuk</a> are TV Gods. Together they made Nip/Tuck one of TV's hottest dramas and managed to recreate some of that TV magic with AHS. This magic, however, would be impossible to manipulate if not for production designer Mark Worthington's skillful knowledge of the different eras. His eye was made for details! PS: Neil Patrick Harris is slated to appear in a cameo role!<br />
<strong>Starring: </strong>Jessica Lange, Sarah Paulson, Evan Peters, Emma Roberts, Frances Conroy, Kathy Bates, Angela Bassett, Michael Chiklis, Denis O'Hare, Finn Wittrock, and Gabourey Sidibe.<br />
<strong>Why it's hot: </strong>Because did you read that casting list? Ok, enough said.<br />
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<strong>Production: </strong>Considering the scope of the show and the overall epicness of it's storyline, the production team is relatively small. A few producers, a handful of writers, and a small crew of producers. That's it. I was expecting a sh*tload of useless heads with dollar signs for eyes, but nope. And Canadian bonus: the show is shot on location in <a href="http://www.hellobc.com/vancouver.aspx?utm_source=msn&utm_medium=cpc&utm_term=vancouver&utm_content=%21acq%21v2%2116511804445-2348531048-575792749&utm_campaign=Vancouver+-+CA-ON">Vancouver</a>! (as if we couldn't tell by the panoramic shots of our beautiful motherland!)<br />
<strong>Starring: </strong>Eliza Taylor, Paige Turco, Bob Morley, Marie Avgeropoulos, Ricky Whittle, Isaiah Washington, Henry Ian Cusick. <br />
<strong>Why it's hot: </strong>Because it is clearly correcting the mistakes that LOST did with it's broad storyline of "we are all others." Because Ricky Fucking Whittle. Because of the cinematography. Because of the mystery and the "a-ha!" moments. Because <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paige_Turco">Paige Turco AKA April O'Neal</a> is in it. Because Ricky Fucking Whittle.<br />
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<strong>What it's about: </strong>Are you living under a rock? <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1520211/?ref_=nv_sr_1">Do I have to explain</a>? Ok ok. It's about humanity and how fucking greedy and selfish we are. It's about the dark side of man, that side we only show when there's one fry left in our plate and we see someone who is hungry but eat the fry anyway. Except with zombies and shit.<br />
<strong>Production: </strong>The show was developed by Frank Darabont but unfortunately, <a href="http://www.empireonline.com/news/story.asp?NID=31603">he walked out after one season</a> and has since been replaced by different showrunners with none as excellent as Scott M. Gimple. He took the reigns as of Season 4 and managed to make the show exiting again, after a slow and disappointing season 3. Viewership went up as did the action and the character development. Gimple really managed to breathe new life into...well...the dead.<br />
<strong>Starring: </strong>Andrew Lincoln, Norman Reedus, Seven Yeun, Lauren Cohan, Chandler Riggs, Danai Gurira, Melissa McBride, Emily Kinney.<br />
<strong>Why it's hot: </strong>Because season 5 sees more of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melissa_McBride">Carol</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emily_Kinney">Beth</a>. Because we finally meet The Hunters. Because it's gore as fuck. Because we see less of Rick. Because Carl finally has a purpose. Because we see Abraham and Rosita getting it on. <br />
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<strong>And that pretty much sums it up for my Fall viewing habits. If you haven't started any of these shows and you're not some super busy human being with priorities and stuff, you have no excuse not to start these. Why are you still reading this? Get on it! Go, watch TV, warp your mind! </strong><br />
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<strong>Candles are out,</strong><br />
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Eleven's Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06119585871303996057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484365411964157850.post-57332108026300293452014-10-28T08:41:00.001-07:002014-10-28T08:41:19.998-07:00Musical Wishlist<strong></strong><br />
<strong>So I've been very lucky this past year and got to saw musical acts I never thought I would get the chance to see; thanks in part to great friends. And this summer of music festivals and guitar solos only fed that desire to see more of my favourite artists on stage. </strong><br />
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And I also got to see Ice T perform with his group at Heavy Montreal, when I didn't even know he would be there. Or that he was in a metal band!? I feel like no summer can top this one though. But then again, next year is the tenth anniversary of Montebello's Rockfest and let's just say it's hyped. Can you feel my excitement??!!<br />
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So in preparation for next year, this is a list of artists I want and WILL (feel that determination?) see perform. I won't take no for an answer. :)<br />
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<li><span dir="auto">She's Danish, she's trippy, she's unique, she's bold. Yeah, her music pretty much rocks. </span></li>
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<li><span dir="auto">Diplo</span></li>
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<li><span dir="auto">Green Day</span></li>
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<li><span dir="auto">This is purely for nostalgic reasons. Green Day was a staple of my generation and I would probably die if I ever get to see them. Legit, die!</span></li>
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<li><span dir="auto">You couldn't meet a more devoted Placebo fan even if you entered a Placebo forum on a Placebo website. I love all their songs and would love nothing more than blazing out to their music. *Dreams*</span></li>
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<li><span dir="auto">Lana Del Rey (outside venue)</span></li>
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<li><span dir="auto">Yeah, I saw the Queen of Dark this year and it was everything I was hoping for. But I was going through a rough patch with a person-who-called-me-a-friend-but-was-really-a-snake, and so her melancholic sound and depressive lyrics got me a bit down. I want to redo this but in a nature setting. I want to feel her sound through the wind</span></li>
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<li><span dir="auto">CottonMouth Kings</span></li>
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<li><span dir="auto">They brought an urban rock band to Montebello's Rockfest this year (Cypress Hill - I consider them urban rock, k?) so I'm hoping they continue that trend and invite CMK on the stage. That would be - wait for it - dope!</span></li>
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<li><span dir="auto">I had TWO opportunities to see this bad-ass lyricist beat the stage to a pulp and missed BOTH opportunities. If I am lucky enough next year, I definitely plan on being front row to rap along to Backpackers and Bonfire. And errthing else this oreo sings about. </span></li>
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<span dir="auto"><br /><strong>There's so many more acts I want to see like AlunaGeorge, Kid Ink, Modest Mouse, London Grammar, Shlohmo, Marina and the Diamonds, and the list goes on! Who knows, maybe my wishes will come true!! :)</strong></span><br />
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Eleven's Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06119585871303996057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484365411964157850.post-85249013993392680372014-10-21T08:38:00.000-07:002014-10-21T08:42:09.927-07:00Cheap Gas on Dull Days<strong></strong><br />
<strong>Merp. It's Tuesday, there's no holidays this week and it's super ugly outside. Add to that the fact that my burning relationship with someone very important to me has turned to ashes. I normally would feel crippled and sluggish but my day actually started out well.</strong><br />
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So I walk (through a sheet of rain) into the store to pay for this super awesome deal when I'm knocked over by another (mini) super awesome deal. The man ahead of me had a gasoline coupon for $1.00 off with any purchase of gas over $25.00. He didn't put that much gas in so gave me the coupon. Doesn't sound like much, but the gesture was very much appreciated. <br />
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Rain kept falling and people kept coming in the store and by the time I get to my turn, the power went out. I'm just about ready to panic and drop my all-is-okay act by roaring like a hungry lion from the steppes of Africa, when the girl at the cash informs us that the machines still work for payment. Yes, not gonna be late for work!<br />
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So I finally reach my parking spot only to find that it's full. Now I'm gonna be late. So I text my boss to say i'll be late and to my surprise I get a "I will also be late lol" text back. To me, that only means one thing: I have time to pick up coffee. <br />
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Finally, I get to my desk with my coffee, my smile, and a positive attitude. <br />
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<strong>That's how you turn a day around! :)</strong><br /><br /><strong>Candles are out,</strong><br />
<strong>Eleven's Ink. </strong><br />
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Eleven's Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06119585871303996057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484365411964157850.post-12612605234248316662014-10-16T07:48:00.003-07:002014-10-21T08:41:25.808-07:00The King of Horror <br />
<strong>People are not only rushing to Starbucks to get a taste of pumpking spice this Fall; it seems like everyone wants a piece of Stephen King's work as well. He's producing new material, adapting old work, and even collaborating at remaking some of his most well-known masterpieces. </strong><br />
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<strong>In the works right now are remakes for <em>It</em>, <em>The Stand</em>, and a controversial sequel to <em>Creepshow</em>. King is also busy with two TV shows, <em>Under the Dome </em>and the somewhat successful <em>Haven</em>. And if that wasn't enough to keep a King busy, the court is buzzing with news of a <em>11/22/63</em> adaptation for Hulu. Omg!</strong><br />
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<strong>So to celebrate all of this royal news, I thought I'd go down memory lane and highlight my top ten favourite Stephen King adaptations. I'm a 90's kid, I practically ate those for breakfast.</strong><br />
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<strong>Year: </strong>1993<br />
<strong>Director: </strong>Fraser Heston<br />
<strong>Actors: </strong>Max Von Sydow, Ed Harris, Amanda Plummer<br />
<strong>Summary: </strong>A stranger comes into town and soon thereafter, strange things begin to happen to the townspeople of Castle Rock, a recurring setting for King stories. King is known for his jabs at religion and the occult. And he doesn't shy away from that here, with the story being a parallel to human greed and corruption (represented by the devil.) This movie's cover always terrified me as a kid, with that shopping bag with the hand and head presing on it. Reason why I don't touch pregnant bellies, to this day. <br />
<strong>Interesting Facts: </strong>Amanda Plummer, who portrays the young Nettie Cobb, can be seen in The Hunger Games: Catching Fire as Wiress. Also, Sydow's character, The Devil, is seen driving an indestructible black car, possibly the same as in Christine, another King project.<br />
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<strong>Year: </strong>1998<br />
<strong>Director: </strong>Bryan Singer<br />
<strong>Actors: </strong>Ian McKellan, Brad Renfro, David Schwimmer <br />
<strong>Summary: </strong>An older gentleman with a secret from his past befriends a young man with an odd fascination that enthralls both of them and sends them down a spiralling vortex of lies, deception, and murder.<br />
<strong>Interesting Facts: </strong>I still remember seeing the previews for this movie when I was twelve and it scared me. Haven't seen this movie since I was a teen, but still vividly remember the awkward tension between the two men, and this before I even knew what homosexuality was. Bryan Singer, who directs this movie, later went on to direct McKellan in the X-Men movies. Also, watch out for a small role from Joshua Jackson, who was just starting to transition into more mature roles.<br />
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<strong>Year: </strong>2007<br />
<strong>Director: </strong>Mikael Håfström<br />
<strong>Actors: </strong>John Cusack, Samuel L. Jackson<br />
<strong>Summary: </strong>Following the death of his young daughter, an author dives into a world of deception and speculation and must somehow reconcile the two in order to save his sanity...inside a haunted hotel room.<br />
<strong>Interesting Facts:</strong> This is the second "haunted house" story from King that has been adapted to the big screen, after The Shining, to gain both commercial and critical success. And those two movies share a further connection. The axe used by the fireman at the end of 1408 is the same axe that Jack Nicholson uses in the famous "Here's Johnny!" scene. Both films were also partially shot at the Elstree studio in London.<br />
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<strong>Year: </strong>1993<br />
<strong>Director: </strong>George A. Romero<br />
<strong>Actors: </strong>Timothy Hutton, Michael Rooker, Amy Madigan<br />
<strong>Summary: </strong>A writer must battle his writer's block while also trying to stop his alter-ego from taking over his life. <br />
<strong>Interesting Facts:</strong> King wrote this novel shortly after revealing his own alter-ego/pseudonym, Richard Bachman. This was also his last novel that he wrote before going sober, with his struggles depicted as the main focus of duality in the book. It's very auto-biographical! And look out for Sheriff Alan Pangborn, a character who appears in other King works! The transition to film was directed, with some disappointment, by George A. Romero of "Night of the Living Dead" fame. <br />
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<strong>6. Cujo</strong><br />
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<strong>Year: </strong>1983<br />
<strong>Director: </strong>Lewis Teague<br /><strong>Actors: </strong>Dee Wallace, Danny Pintauro<br />
<strong>Summary: </strong>A young mother, coming to grips with her failed marriage, takes her son along for a ride to the local mechanics. Shortly thereafter, they are attacked and terrorized by a sick Saint-Bernard.<br />
<strong>Interesting Facts: </strong>I watched this movie AFTER watching Beethoven and another, less popular, film called Man's Best Friend. I was just starting my fascination for horror flicks and especially King flicks. So needless to say that it stuck with me throughout the years and Dee Wallace's performance still haunts me. Nothing quite as emotional as seeing a mom trying to defend her child. Sadly, an animal DID die during production; the main Saint-Bernard died during production of the movie. <br />
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<strong>Year: </strong>1984<br />
<strong>Director: </strong>Fritz Kiersch<br /><strong>Actors: </strong>Peter Horton, Linda Hamilton, John Franklin<br />
<strong>Summary: </strong>Typical storyline. A young couple get stranded in a small, secluded roadside town and must fight for their lives against a cult of murdering children. (Yikes!)<br />
<strong>Interesting Facts: </strong>This was Hamilton's year, as she also appeared in the movie that would make her a household name: <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0088247/">Terminator</a>. I didn't even know it was Hamilton who portrayed Vicki until I wrote this blog. Haven't seen this movie in forever and so was surprised to see such a recognizable name. Also, the kid who plays Isaac (John Franklin) <strong>still </strong>creeps me out. He's just like...a grown up version of Isaac. This shouldn't be!! lol Go check <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0291463/">his bio</a>, dude still looks like a child from the cornrows. (Yikes!)<br />
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<strong>4. Misery</strong><br />
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<strong>Year: </strong>1990<br />
<strong>Director: </strong>Rob Reiner<br /><strong>Actors: </strong>James Caan, Kathy Bates, Lauren Bacall<br />
<strong>Summary: </strong>In the same vein as The Fan, Misery tells the story of an author who is rescued from a car crash by a woman who claims to be "his number one fan." It doesn't take long before admiration turns into obsession.<br />
<strong>Interesting Facts: </strong>I didn't read this novel so was kind of surprised when I found out that Bacall's character isn't in the book as I find her to be the prime example of publishers in a movie so heavy on the hate towards editors and publishers. I mean, why didn't King come up with this character? He hates those people more than anyone else in the world. I also like that they made a nod to another King story when Annie references The Shining when she mentions that "a guy went mad in a hotel nearby." King is big on using characters and settings in a multitude of novels, so it's fun when the screenwriters keep that whimsical tradition. <br />
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<strong>Year: </strong>2007<br />
<strong>Director: </strong>Frank Darabont<br /><strong>Actors: </strong>Thomas Jane, Marcia Gay Harden, Laurie Holden<br />
<strong>Summary: </strong>A small town (duh!) is terrorized by otherworldy creatures following a freak storm that leaves most of the townspeople trapped inside the supermarket. <br />
<strong>Interesting Facts: </strong>Frank Darabont is no stranger when it comes to adapting King novels into quality movies; he is the mastermind behind <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0111161/">The Shawshank Redemption</a> AND <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120689/?ref_=nv_sr_1">The Green Mile</a>. Also, Frank Darabont brought Holden, Jeffrey DeMunn, and Melissa McBride with him when he started work on The Walking Dead. If it's not enough that King admires Darabont's body of work, he congratulated the director by telling him that "I am genuinely frightened by your adaptation." I would have pee'd myself right there. <br />
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<strong>Year: </strong>1980<br />
<strong>Director: </strong>Stanley Kubrick<br /><strong>Actors: </strong>Jack Nicholson, Shelley Duvall, Danny Lloyd<br />
<strong>Summary: </strong>A family struggling with their own problems move into an isolated hotel where not everything is as it seems. Before long, the family must battle a supernatural force that threatens their safety and their sanity.<br />
<strong>Interesting Facts: </strong>There are complete University classes just about this movie and all of it's hidden meanings and symbolism, so I won't even attempt to pretend I know them all! Like <a href="http://www.digitalspy.ca/movies/at-the-movies/a435606/the-shinings-maze-of-meaning-room-237-and-the-extended-cut.html#~oSRFGH3ycKwstG">this blogger</a> who did an amazing job at breaking down the elements of this movie. That dog scene though...<br />
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<strong>Year: </strong>1976<br />
<strong>Director: </strong>Brian De Palma<br /><strong>Actors: </strong>Sissy Spacek, Piper Laurie, Amy Irving<br />
<strong>Summary: </strong>A religious zealot who abuses her child is forced to watch her daughter develop telekinetic abilities that are quickly growing out of control. <br />
<strong>Interesting Facts: </strong>First book from King that I ever read and also the first movie I saw that was based off of his work. Carrie has left a mark on Hollywood and this story has been remade twice, once for television and again last year. Amy Irving reprised her role as Sue Snell in the sequel The Rage: Carrie 2. <br />
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<strong>I suddenly have the urge to do a movie marathon this weekend. </strong><br />
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<strong>Eleven's Ink</strong>Eleven's Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06119585871303996057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484365411964157850.post-20787087865639958322014-10-07T13:39:00.000-07:002014-10-07T13:55:34.207-07:00Rattlesnakes and Psychopaths: Inside the mind of St-Vincent. <strong>I am always on the prowl for new music, scouring the underbrushes of the jungle of noises and sound to unearth a new beat, one from leather drums nobody heard before. It's not that I want to bring a trophy back and show off the rarest catch; I'm just bored easily and constantly trying to trap new prey.</strong><br />
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And the next victim to fall is Anne Clark, better known as St.Vincent. She is like a lone wolf who howls in the night, not for mating ritual purposes but rather to share her melancholy with the rest of the animal kingdom. And she doesn't seem to give one fuck about who answers the call. Afterall, she does have a bark that matches her bite.<br />
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So to celebrate this call from the wild, this echo of enchanting music, I will review each song from St.Vincent's fourth studio album, self-titled and released earlier this year. Enjoy!<br />
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<strong>Rattlesnake</strong><br />
The album's opening track is infused with an opium trip reminiscent of Kate Bush and the era of 80's psychedelic pop. It's up-beat and odd but not so odd that you're left wondering what it is you're listening to. It's experimental and sets the tone for the rest of the album.<br />
<strong>Rating</strong>: 5/5<br />
<strong>Memorable Lyrics</strong>: The only sound out here is my own breath / and my feet stuttering to make a path / am I the only one in the only world?<br />
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<strong>Birth in Reverse</strong><br />
This track was released as the lead and only single for the album. It's very daytime and has a folk vibe to it, not unlike Lykke Li's sound. It's definitely a dance-all-out-while-being-alone-in-your-underwear song. <br />
Rating: 4/5<br />
Memorable Lyrics: This too will haunt me through the war / laugh all you want, but I want more / 'cause what I'm swearing, I never sworn before. <br />
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<strong>Prince Johnny</strong><br />
I don't particularly like songs like this usually. It's still keeping up with that very 80's vibe but in a down tempo kinda way. I'm literally expecting rain clouds to appear when this song is played. There is so much lingering and nostalgia to it that it's borderline depressive.<br />
<strong>Rating</strong>: 3/5<br />
<strong>Memorable Lyrics</strong>: But honey, don't mistake my affection / for another split in pennystyle redemption / cause we're all sons of someone's.<br />
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<strong>Huey Newton</strong><br />
After hearing this song, I finally realised who this artist reminded me of. And that is Morcheeba. There is a certain trip-hop vibe to St.Vincent's music and it's not always a bad thing, but I found the nod to classic trip-hop a bit overused in this song. A bit scaled back and I would have loved this!<br />
<strong>Rating</strong>: 3/5<br />
<strong>Memorable Lyrics</strong>: Fuck-less, porn sharks / toothless but got a big bark / live children, blind psychics / turned online assassins.<br />
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<strong>Digital Witness</strong><br />
This song has a really weird 60's vibe to it, and not in a good way. It would be perfect for a mid-afternoon gathering, if people our age actually did mid-afternoon gatherings. But we don't. So this song clashes with the youthfulness and experimentation of the other tracks. It's all about caring but not showing you care which I never understood. Yeah, it's just confusing.<br />
<strong>Rating</strong>: 2/5<br />
<strong>Memorable Lyrics</strong>: People turn the TV on and throw it out the window, yeah / get back to your stare / I care, but I don't care / Oh, oh, I want all of your mind.<br />
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<strong>I Prefer Your Love</strong><br />
What is sweeter than a tribute to the love between a mother and her child? Nothing, that's what. And although the lyrics are sweet and the music is calming, there's just something about the way she compares a motherly love with that of Jesus'. It's not only <em>NOT</em> necessary but it's just gratuitous. I don't feel that religious ideology coming through as well as, let's say, Sinead O'Connor does in her music. It just doesn't feel genuine.<br />
<strong>Rating</strong>: 2/5<br />
<strong>Memorable Lyrics</strong>: Sure as mother licking a finger / wipe the blush and smudge from my cheek / and wonder what will become of your little one / but all the good in me is because of you.<br />
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<strong>Regret</strong><br />
Back to dramatics! After a slump of sad songs, she comes back with something a bit more theatrical. It pulls you in all the right directions without confusing you or getting you lost in your tracks. It's just a very well produced song and surprisingly, it's not a single. <br />
<strong>Rating</strong>: 4/5<br />
<strong>Memorable Lyrics</strong>: Memories so bright, I gotta squint just to recall / regret the words I've bitten / more than the ones I ever said<br />
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<strong>Bring Me Your Loves</strong><br />
Yet another upbeat and energetic track to get things back in the groove. It reminds me a lot of Robyn or even Bjork, in the sense that it's all about being the one who cares for all and on a personal level, I can relate to this. So definitely my personal favourite off of this album.<br />
<strong>Rating</strong>: 5/5<br />
<strong>Memorable Lyrics</strong>: I thought you were a dog / but you made a pet of me / bring me all your loves, all your loves / I wanna love 'em too, ya know.<br />
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<strong>Psychopath</strong><br />
Oh this song brought me back to summer when my close friend left for a few months to go back home (across the sea) to visit his sick father. It was a tough time and he always reminded me that this would only make our relationship stronger, and it did. So this resonates on such a deep level that I'm still feeling those good vibrations.<br />
<strong>Rating:</strong> 4/5<br />
<strong>Memorable Lyrics:</strong> You said, "Honey, quit your worrying" / Distance is exactly like a blowing wind / we're putting out the embers and tiny flames / and keepin' the big ones burnin'.<br />
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<strong>Every Tears Disappears</strong><br />
And back to sad songs. It's not necessarily bad, but it's so referential that it's almost a caricature. I just don't take this song seriously. It's passé, it's deja-vu, it's just synth over synth over dramatic lyrics. It's not bad, it just gets lost in this sea of awesome songs.<br />
<strong>Rating: </strong>2/5<br />
<strong>Memorable Lyrics: </strong>Oh, what about the pain / don't ask me how / I just know that it fades / hey-hey-hey<br />
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<strong>Severed Cross Fingers</strong><br />
The closing track is very retro and brings it back full circle to the opening track. This album is very experimental as I said above and this song kinda combines all the elements of the album into one. That is what is great about this album, especially this song, it's that it's hard to pin-point exactly what generation influence St.Vincent. if it's not a trip-hoppy 90's beat, it's an 80's infused synth sound. If she isn't whispering a la 60's, she's talk-singing a la 2000's. it's great.<br />
<strong>Rating:</strong> 3/5<br />
<strong>Memorable Lyrics</strong>: When you're calling, ain't calling you back to you / cause i'll be side stage, mouthing lines for you / humiliated by age, terrified of youth / I got hope, but my hope isn't helping you.<br />
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<strong>I kinda want to listen to the album again now. That first song keeps me coming back for more and hopefully, it will do the same for you! Enjoy! </strong><br />
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<strong>Candles are out,</strong><br />
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<strong></strong><br />Eleven's Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06119585871303996057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484365411964157850.post-365148241734485552014-09-30T09:23:00.000-07:002014-09-30T09:24:19.516-07:00Orphan Black: One of a Kind<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<strong>If you are a fan of science-fiction, badass chicks, illegal experimentation, or you are simply a Canadian, then you surely have heard of Orphan Black. If you have not, you either live under a rock or are too busy recruiting zealots for The Proletheans. So sit down, grab some popcorn and read why Orphan Black is TV's hottest new show!</strong></div>
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<strong>Same Chick, Different DNA</strong><br />
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Being from Canada and having visited Toronto multiple times, it's quite fun to catch glimpses of the city being passed off as Minnesota or a generic North American town. It is never explicitly revealed that the setting is in Toronto, with no mention of the city ever being dropped by characters, but there are several key buildings and artifacts that mark it as a product of the maple leaf. </div>
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<li>Cars have clear Ontario licence plates;</li>
<li>They use money that can be identified as Canadian;</li>
<li>They mention nearby Canadian cities (and mock the suburbs);</li>
<li>Bridgepoint Health (Holla University of Toronto!) is used as the Dyad Headquarters. So is Don Jail;</li>
<li>Jim's Restaurant is used as the meeting point for Helena and Sarah (both played by Maslany.)</li>
<li>Check out <a href="http://orphanblack.wikia.com/wiki/Thread:2607">this link</a> for more on-screen clues.</li>
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Helena is quite possibly the most terrifying "bad guy" to ever be introduced to television. Contrary to all the other characters played by Maslany, Helena was raised to believe that she was flawed, a product of evil, and that she must eradicate all the other look-a-likes. But like all good villains, Helena is self-tortured, corrupted, and confused. Add that to her manic hair-do and *batshitcrazy* attitude, and guys, you have yourself TV's most fucked up villain.<br />
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<strong>The Proletheans</strong><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifcPydiZjv4UD3bGr24OVwENuERyvYZfojWcaLfr3P7xBshG93rtl9JeznjB-JM_iujw8oyoH-IV_h7jPaI_AuIjikrcE8O-msm6F-SOpkVgl6tPQ4HxtHXmuMWTqK6zaKsbXCw-dyWzIb/s1600/The+Proletheans.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifcPydiZjv4UD3bGr24OVwENuERyvYZfojWcaLfr3P7xBshG93rtl9JeznjB-JM_iujw8oyoH-IV_h7jPaI_AuIjikrcE8O-msm6F-SOpkVgl6tPQ4HxtHXmuMWTqK6zaKsbXCw-dyWzIb/s1600/The+Proletheans.jpg" height="213" width="320" /></a>It's hard to talk about these weirdos without spoiling too much and I really want everyone to watch this show without knowing all of the details. But these guys are the creepiest group of people to roam TVland since <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Lost_characters#The_Others">The Others</a>. They do terrible things in the name of religion and then believe that they are righteous and above everyone else. They are basically the Westboro Baptist Church. How fucking creepy is that! They're like...an Amish mafia.<br />
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Evelyne Brochu may not be recognized outside of La Belle Province but here in Québec, she's a household name, notably appearing in <a href="http://www.pixcom.com/fr/productions/aveux-37.html">Aveux</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polytechnique_(film)">Polytechnique</a>. She guest-stars in the first season and is promoted to the main cast for the second season. Although she is a native of Québec, her characters is of French decent and she pulls off the French accent effortlessly. She eases her way into the dramatic narrative and cements her place by the end of season 1.<br />
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If you've watched the show, that sub-header is a Big Pun (aha that was also a pun. You know, the rapper?! Nevermind.) I don't like bashing home-grown products but Canadian television is usually crap. Like below crap. Quality is just not there and there is no standard in television producing. Yeah, Orphan Black not only changed the rules of the game, it created new ones. The technology and the effects on this show are comparable to none, and above all. The way Maslany interacts with herself as different characters in one scene is breath-taking. Peter Jackson should take note.<br />
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<strong>Honorable Mentions:</strong><br />
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<li>Jordan Gavaris as Felix; </li>
<li>The pacing of this show has more adrenaline than <em>24;</em></li>
<li>Vic the Dick.</li>
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<strong>From the minute you start the show until it's incredible season 2 finale, you will be left breathless and heaving, scratching the screen for season 3 to start. I swear you will not be dissapointed!</strong><br />
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<strong>Candles are out,</strong><br />
<strong>Eleven's Ink.</strong><br />
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<br />Eleven's Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06119585871303996057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484365411964157850.post-90325981976199850132014-09-26T10:07:00.000-07:002014-09-26T11:03:26.696-07:0011/22/63 Fantasy Cast<strong></strong><br />
<strong>Wow. It's been so long since I actually opened this account, let alone write an entry. But I was so excited when I found out that Hulu was working on a web series based on 11/22/63 by Stephen King, that I just couldn't contain myself any longer. Guys, another King series!!</strong><br />
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So it's very easy to get lost when adapting a book to the small screen. I find it almost more painful to watch than a silver screen adaptation that robbed the gold from the soul of my favourite book. If it can't be adapted into something better, than don't touch it. Right?<br />
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And I am so biased when it comes to King adaptations because frankly, they can't go wrong. They just can't. There is too much framework and solid foundations in Stephen King's body of work that it's almost impossible to fuck it up. People have been adapting King novels for over three decades, ranging from <strong>Carrie</strong> to <strong>The Shining</strong> and without forgetting the abysmal yet still entertaining <strong>Storm of the Century</strong>. <br />
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Lately, King has been dropping bricks for novels and his two latest projects, <strong>Under the Dome</strong> and <strong>11/22/63</strong>, have both been critical and commercials successes. <strong>Under the Dome</strong> was not only a fantastic book, but Brian K. Vaughn (peace be upon him) also managed to make it into a top-rated TV drama which saw it change major key elements that grounded the book in science-fiction, while still retaining that very quirky side of King that either makes or breaks the tone of the work. <br />
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I'm just thinking about <strong>It</strong>, where King's macabre view on childhood was mixed with a somewhat comical view on adulthood. It was a perfect blend of horror and slapstick. Or how about <strong>Pet Sematary, </strong>where we have zombie cats and murderous children all wrapped up in the same movie. It blended scare and laughs brilliantly.<br />
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With that being said, I hope they keep the quirky style that has been attributed to King while not being afraid of exploring the macabre and mysterious point of view of one of <a href="http://stephenking.com/index.html">America's most recognized author</a>. <br />
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You can read my <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2012/04/under-dome-fantasy-cast.html">Under the Dome Fantasy Cast</a> blog entry here and see how my wishlist did not come to life. At all. lol. Still wish they had picked better actors. Buggers.<br />
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Now on to my top ten list of characters I believe should carry forward with the adaptation and which actor I would like to see portray them. Enjoy! <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6nPx5aAuzKCTiUuBXRlhTd9UB45wquVW9Dde1VIhwP3Y_wfhUPs8vJrNiQnQb8lXbVucfKbtjn81yaC6KCZHqOB8C6t191nZFzqWqT3OtMvkWoHHk2RhDMnlgYeMWzEQkkiHCW3ck1LkW/s1600/JakeEpping.Jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6nPx5aAuzKCTiUuBXRlhTd9UB45wquVW9Dde1VIhwP3Y_wfhUPs8vJrNiQnQb8lXbVucfKbtjn81yaC6KCZHqOB8C6t191nZFzqWqT3OtMvkWoHHk2RhDMnlgYeMWzEQkkiHCW3ck1LkW/s1600/JakeEpping.Jpg" height="200" width="200" /></a><strong>Milo Ventimiglia as Jake Epping AKA George Amberson</strong><br />
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Jake Epping is the protagonist of this time-travelling story but also the antagonist, in the sense that he is creating all of these problems by changing what was. And who better to play Happy-Yet-Sad than Milo Ventimiglia, the king of the happysad face. He also has the ability to play older and younger quite well as evidence by his portrayal of Peter in Heroes. Overall, Milo has the sex appeal and charm to carry the weight of a character that is both troubled and optimistic, both in the past, the present, and the future. Take note Hulu, I want Milo.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdc9PZy_hCgnyfhrbRw0j8N6kQOcUxMUFw_8_IvEBgeymzeQFW3m-wNF5Dh_jdPbiIBUMIX0wdFpTSvRVz9MCLyo4sL2OvyA352IZEBvW-0BvLUnos85IioeTjmetu6rLB8fAw2sKBmJND/s1600/SadieDunhill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdc9PZy_hCgnyfhrbRw0j8N6kQOcUxMUFw_8_IvEBgeymzeQFW3m-wNF5Dh_jdPbiIBUMIX0wdFpTSvRVz9MCLyo4sL2OvyA352IZEBvW-0BvLUnos85IioeTjmetu6rLB8fAw2sKBmJND/s1600/SadieDunhill.jpg" height="200" width="200" /></a><strong>Gemma Arterton as Sadie Dunhill</strong><br />
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Sadie Dunhill is the typical 60's woman; soft, gentile, and loyal to her man. And what is great about this character is her willingness to become a modern woman; a desire that sets off a chain of events that puts Jake's mission in jeopardy. King has always been good at writing strong female characters, and he doesn't disappoint this time again. So it took all of one second to think of Gemma Arterton in this role: she's young, she's soft-spoken, and she can pull off the complexity of Sadie's character. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-o6eND929YsrWZAYCI_zI4U1zJ0smZpmj9IW9m39Zv_ncFoLwxCC1PaerSAhNbfFlgPyaFlWeaaKPzsIdhrKagVmT563r4a-FBOoehnE3TWhRrgNtbkTldckfYsm5y4uJ-XmjvQpZGbvF/s1600/AlTempleton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-o6eND929YsrWZAYCI_zI4U1zJ0smZpmj9IW9m39Zv_ncFoLwxCC1PaerSAhNbfFlgPyaFlWeaaKPzsIdhrKagVmT563r4a-FBOoehnE3TWhRrgNtbkTldckfYsm5y4uJ-XmjvQpZGbvF/s1600/AlTempleton.jpg" height="200" width="200" /></a><strong>Hal Holbrook as Al Templeton</strong><br />
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Al Templeton is the man that starts the fire but doesn't stay around to see its path of destruction. He's a very mysterious character and has a small but pivotal role in the novel. That is why I hope they expand his role for the Hulu adaptation. So many questions derive from this character: how did he find the timeloop? What does he know about the future that makes him so determined to send Jake, specifically, to the past? Why doesn't he keep this for him and take over the world? I know Holbrook is on the verge of dying but this man is flawless when it comes to drama and mystery. He has the face for it! Somebody give this man a role with substance!!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSEyspkxYR707ueWqdqR2OiXyXcxF0FlwNCn_Izq3QwhMK40Ru0nRgiYdSBo4TRjDx-RkzzRBbrKj5R4iBfDpJvbVSUx9o-7m31Ahncj2njDYSXhA5V09iAXiBAS1xzqBBwekBW-mZf7m-/s1600/DekeSimmons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSEyspkxYR707ueWqdqR2OiXyXcxF0FlwNCn_Izq3QwhMK40Ru0nRgiYdSBo4TRjDx-RkzzRBbrKj5R4iBfDpJvbVSUx9o-7m31Ahncj2njDYSXhA5V09iAXiBAS1xzqBBwekBW-mZf7m-/s1600/DekeSimmons.jpg" height="200" width="200" /></a><strong>Scott Patterson as Deke Simmons</strong><br />
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If the term "Bromance" had existed in the 60s, Deke Simmons and Jake's relationship would have been the perfect embodiment of it. Deke is not only Jake's best friend in Jodie circa 1960, but he's also his confident and helps Jake move along in his mission. I have a soft spot for Deke because he just doesn't know how to be mean-spirited. If there was ever a character that gave me hope for humanity, it's Deke Simmons. Scott Patterson has those charming eyes that would make anyone believe in him. And yes, another The Event alumni on the list. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6rUaFWxhWBuTpS00c4uMp6mn-tHI61BMREn-hNGTehZ-7288T2GN6lvOfgutMrFcXn-iWFfKeTMHFHTuwfjBhvS34al8-9cwQRUdBbJ2Yzb5FH3ebyz_grc5eqOpnn4u03i6sW0sPCFSf/s1600/MimiCorcoran.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6rUaFWxhWBuTpS00c4uMp6mn-tHI61BMREn-hNGTehZ-7288T2GN6lvOfgutMrFcXn-iWFfKeTMHFHTuwfjBhvS34al8-9cwQRUdBbJ2Yzb5FH3ebyz_grc5eqOpnn4u03i6sW0sPCFSf/s1600/MimiCorcoran.jpg" height="185" width="200" /></a><strong>Monica Potter as Mimi Corcoran</strong><br />
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Mimi Corcoran is an odd character in the sense that she doesn't fit the 60's Texas era. I always suspected that Mimi knew more than she let on about Jake/George and the whole timeloop but it's never explicitly written in the novel. So I really hope they cast a big name to play this part and expand her character to someone more dubious or all-knowing. And I'm a sucker for Monica Potter's dramatic timing and southern flare. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV5YeZBZscXlsG7oHELkLs3Dsy39IRLgZAydVK4uh6U8tovIi6O_OdlYPOUqUY07XQAiDOW7cra30jhY5WaXD-ru1sT_h6Jj2hWKSQbUo_uJgxEREXgWhGAFjD9MTEAqyMt2lf587nXO1S/s1600/HarryDunning.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV5YeZBZscXlsG7oHELkLs3Dsy39IRLgZAydVK4uh6U8tovIi6O_OdlYPOUqUY07XQAiDOW7cra30jhY5WaXD-ru1sT_h6Jj2hWKSQbUo_uJgxEREXgWhGAFjD9MTEAqyMt2lf587nXO1S/s1600/HarryDunning.jpg" height="200" width="200" /></a><strong>Derek Luke as Harry Dunning</strong><br />
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Harry Dunning is the janitor at the school that Jake works at prior to him jumping back in time. He's a very soft-spoken, quiet man who shares his childhood horror story with Jake, which touches the latter's heart so much that he jeopardizes his mission in the past to reconcile Harry's traumatic and violent childhood. During this time, Jake stumbles upon the kids in Derry. You know, the same kids who battled an evil clown in another King novel... Plus it would be the perfect role for Derek Luke, since he still has those boyish looks even though he's far from being a boy. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX1NczItAKxULZue79XFXJjeSTuoR2MHJwSsv2DwLd7J19QESlIcRHYvZYINZcPhHZ2gZa_RsLtC1UxlfgIL0g2SEWHuykBjpMf5drhtGAiEMy8gvjzCTa3XznI4N4vYnCzAvLP4s-yyoC/s1600/EllenDockerty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX1NczItAKxULZue79XFXJjeSTuoR2MHJwSsv2DwLd7J19QESlIcRHYvZYINZcPhHZ2gZa_RsLtC1UxlfgIL0g2SEWHuykBjpMf5drhtGAiEMy8gvjzCTa3XznI4N4vYnCzAvLP4s-yyoC/s1600/EllenDockerty.jpg" height="200" width="186" /></a><strong>Lili Taylor as Ellen Dockerty</strong><br />
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Ellen Dockerty is the quintessential stuck-up teacher that everyone had at least once in their lifetime. She plays by the book and her loyalty to the rules of life are challenged when she meets George/Jake in Jodie circa 1960. It takes a special kind of charm to pull off this kind of character because Ellen is both tough yet maternal, impulsive yet instinctive. And Lili Taylor proved more than once that she can play a character with dual personalities. Mel Gibson's Ransom, anyone?<br />
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<strong>Michael Stahl-David as Lee Harvey Oswald</strong><br />
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This is where it gets interesting. Lee Harvey Oswald is the man responsible for gunning down and assassinating former president, and civil rights activist, John F. Kennedy. King's approach to this historical event is both well-researched and thoroughly detailed. Although he manages to humanize Oswald, he also doesn't back down from the hard facts: Oswald was deranged and believed himself to be a messiah of sorts. It won't be easy to play this part, but I believe Michael Stahl-David would be perfect at portraying Oswald, insanity and all. Whoever gets cast will surely have a lot of material to work with so I'm expecting a flawless performance for this part.<br />
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Another The Event alumni! Sarah Roemer is the only person I had in mind when thinking of Marina Prusakova, Oswald's mouthy yet loyal Russian bride. She stole my heart with her portrayal of Leila in The Event, and I'm hoping she does the same as Prusakova. It's going to be a tough part to play since the role Prusakova played in the assassination is both theoretical and documented, with everyone agreeing that she was kept in the dark about it all. I hope they venture with this role and flesh out the character of Prusakova as she was both the lover and the confident of Lee Harvey Oswald. Nobody knew him like she did.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinAwUoMkIPpBROVPAQxf456QznnAzTY1Xl2X0g67nxAMwIUx6OQrjLdLYafPkseZl609LsQsQj_3zW9atnTzQE7iShrHVRE_7ex3q8oaWVICvzSrCqwEC0Ge8OZVuUFvgrEOeSDi4eH3jj/s1600/JamesHosty.Jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinAwUoMkIPpBROVPAQxf456QznnAzTY1Xl2X0g67nxAMwIUx6OQrjLdLYafPkseZl609LsQsQj_3zW9atnTzQE7iShrHVRE_7ex3q8oaWVICvzSrCqwEC0Ge8OZVuUFvgrEOeSDi4eH3jj/s1600/JamesHosty.Jpg" height="200" width="186" /></a><strong>Gil Bellows as James Hosty</strong><br />
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James Hosty is the real life detective who worked on the JFK assassination and King took that ambiguity (a lot of conspiracy theorists believe Hosty played a part in the assassination) to insert Hosty into the narrative of 11/22/63. Throughout the novel, it is implied that Hosty has some sense of what is going on with Jake/George and every good mystery show needs a snoopy detective. And Gil Bellows personifies that characterization flawlessly. If nobody in this list gets cast except one, I hope it's Gil Bellows. <br />
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<strong>Agree or disagree with this fantasy cast? Either way, I think King fans are in for a treat! :)</strong><br />
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<strong>Candles are out,</strong><br />
<strong>Eleven's Ink</strong><br />
<br />Eleven's Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06119585871303996057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484365411964157850.post-77716660011153020012014-03-31T11:40:00.000-07:002014-03-31T11:40:47.235-07:00Eleven's Ink on... Letting Go and How Hard it Is To Do.<b><br /></b>
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18.2px;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">So you just said goodbye to a friend, a lover, an important person in your life, and you're trying to assess the information. You re-read the texts, the FB messages; you grab at all the pieces that fell and try to assemble the puzzle. You think you have the answers, but every answer leads to another question. Did I end it? Did they end it? How did it come to this? You Google search "How to cope with endings" and "How to start anew" simultaneously until you realise that a Netflix Marathon is a hell of a better idea.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">You've had your first night's sleep. You probably slept like a baby cause your mind totally warped at the end of the season 3 finale of Dexter. You're most likely groggy and - OMG YOU JUST REMEMBER THAT YOUR RELATIONSHIP/FRIENDSHIP/KINSHIP ENDED. It's fine, you say. You calm yourself down and decide a shower is perfect to wash away the memories. Totally fine, right? Wrong, and cue the thought process: "how the fuck did this happen? Why aren't they texting me? Should I text them? No, no I'm totally fine. Don't cry, don't cry. Smile! Omg I'm crying. No I'm fine!" You basically want to place your own crazy self in an asylum for weeks on weeks to numb out the pain.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">You've gathered the puzzle pieces, but the end result does not resemble the picture on the box at all. You've accepted that it's your fault, their fault, your fault, their fault, and now you just want to plump on the couch with jalapeno pizza and forget it all. But you see their face in one of the jalapeno slices. And the melted cheese reminds you of a steamy night you had with them. Oh and that fucking marinara sauce smells exactly like them!! And you finish by throwing the pizza on the wall and remembering just how magical everything was. The laughter, the excitement, the sharing of stories. What was so horrible about it?!?!?!</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">You're done agonizing over whose to blame, why you're feeling crazy, and you've removed the rose-coloured glasses and guess what? It's time to take a selfie! You've lost weight, you went to the gym, you've been getting a shit-load of compliments and you're starting to feel awesomazing about yourself. The mission at this point is to cause as much accidents on the road as possible cause you just know people are swervin' and dodgin' over your looks. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">It's been like three days now and this whole process is amazing. You're glowing, you're flexing your muscles (guys), your pushing up that bra (girls), and you're moving on. Cause you look flawless, right? Wrong. All that excitement has finally fizzled and you're about to explode. This is the part where you throw everything of theirs in the trash, write obscene thoughts down in which you fantasize about murdering the bejesus out of them. You can also punch pillows and shit but for maximum effect, invest in a punching bag. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">You're passed out in pizza slices with wine and vodka stains all over the god damn floor. You're a mess. You've slept through the last four episodes of Dexter. You haven't showered in well over three days and it's starting to show. You've basically lost all sense of survival; get it together. In your mind, getting it together means accepting that it ended but HELLO, that's not what you want. You desperately search for your cellphone and think you found it when in reality, it's the TV remote. You panic. You NEED to reach them to let them know that it's all a mistake, everything will be okay and let's just forget this happen, k? K. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">Yeah, no. Then you realise that this is all one-sided. "What if they don't want the same thing? What if they don't reply? What if they blocked your number? What if they laugh when they see how much you're still caught up?" You look at your phone, you've typed the message already (we're on the same page here, readers. I'm living this - you can't deny it.) and you're thumb is so close to the send button that your fingerprints can basically scratch the surface of your phone. And then you think: "But what if they feel the same? What If they are only waiting for me to write back? Maybe they're just shy or scared of what is going to happen." What to do, right?!</span><br />
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<strong><u><span style="color: black;">I'll just subtlety let you know I'm still alive. I'll be over here if you change your mind.</span></u></strong><br />
<span style="color: black;">I cringe cause I did this. But hey, we're only human right! You've obviously decided NOT to contact the person cause "I'm such a strong individual." The phone is down, but not for long. Instead, you've switched on the Wi-Fi and liked their latest Instagram photo, you poked them on FB, and you shamelessly retweeted their last tweet about popcorn being the best snack out there. You want to tell them you miss them so much but are so afraid of the reaction that you go on this crazy tangent of just creeping the fuck out of them. Don't. Do. This. Go back to Netflix and dirty pizza slices. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">It's been close to a week by now and you haven't lost all your hair. Your local mall is still up and running. The sky is still blue and Rob Ford is still mayor of Toronto. Clearly, the world didn't end. You decide it's time to shower and shut off Netflix (but omg what will happen in season 8 of Dexter?!?!). You're still talking about them but less frequently. You have occasional bursts of tears and you question absolutely everything. But you've slowly started realising the world outside again. You see people smiling back at you; children waving as you walk by them, head down and solemn. The sun is even peaking to say a short yet welcomed "hello!". You feel like things can get slowly get back to how it was before.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">And then a week and one day passes and you repeat the process. Oh you thought it was over? LOL, life doesn't work that way. If life was easy the saying wouldn't be "Life's a bitch", it would be "Life's a slut." But it ain't easy. There is no recipe for success, or shortcuts to happiness. You have to balance yourself out again and it can take time. So take it, enjoy it, live it. Cry it out, talk it out, laugh it out. The worst thing you can do is censor your emotions for whatever reason: "Because guys don't cry." "Because I want to show him I'm a lady." "Because I don't want them to see me weep." The relationship is over, so worry about yourself and what you have to do to move on and be happy. Life is short, love again.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">There is not but. There is just life and their is time. And both need you right now. It's tempting as fuck to drop everything and rekindle but what if it is worst? What if the person moved on already? What if you're already a memory? Sure it could also be: What if they miss me too? What if they are waiting for my call? But the key words here are: What if? <br /><br />You don't know. You <em>can't</em> know. It's up to you to decide if you want to put yourself out there or not and risk getting hurt again. It can also be the complete opposite and you might find them responsive to your request. Take a chance if you want. Or don't if that is what you choose. It's a personal decision but hopefully you found laughter and a bit of truth in this blog post. It definitely made me feel better. </span></div>
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<strong><span style="color: black;">If you need to talk or feel alone and have no one to talk to, feel free to contact me. You can find me on facebook by clicking the link on the right or on twitter at @Elevensink or on instagram at @K_kiddo86. You can also leave a comment on here. </span></strong><br />
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It takes a lot for me to qualify someone as being genuinely "awesome". There is a trial part where I generally just groove around someone to get a sense of how their fun gravitates around their logic. It's all about balance really: equal parts intelligence, equal parts humour. You need to have both to be worthy of this title. <br />
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Once the <em>X</em> is matched neatly with the <em>Y</em> and a yingyang of LAUGHS! and BRAINS! is created, that is when you start to see the foundation of awesomeness. It's such a fantastic event to witness, this creation of sheer awesomeness. I suggest you bring sunglasses and a bit of wine along for the ride. You've been warned.<br />
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Once you've explored the universe of awesomeness, assured it's capabilities of life-support, and landed on Planet Fuck Yeah!, then you are good to remove gear and appreciate the land of awesome. Feel the earth, breathe in the air, run through the meadows, and swim across those oceans of joy and excitement. Be happy that you landed on a planet that welcomes your kind. Be awesome!<br />
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<strong>Not feeling awesome today? Think of good memories, good people, good food. Think about how awesome you are every other day and how today is going to be jealous. You don't want that. So be awesome again! </strong><br />
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Eleven's Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06119585871303996057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484365411964157850.post-9070498961873111882014-02-18T13:32:00.003-08:002014-10-17T06:23:03.871-07:00Heartbreak: Not Only For Couples <div>
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<strong>This is an honest account about how I dealt with losing someone I cared about. It is not a piece to belittle that person. I value and respect what once was. I wrote this in hope that maybe ONE person will be able to identify with this. As I had no one to look up to or talk to about this. </strong><br />
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I haven't written a personal blog in a while! I will literally just write my thoughts down as I go along. It will not be structured, and most likely not coherent. I think the last time I published a journal was when I had a terrible fight with my sister - *goes to check* - Yup, that was the last time. Wow, so much happened since then and I can't help but to think that things got better because of it. When two people have a disagreement or a falling out, two things can happen:</div>
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If you are like me, you probably chose the first bullet point. Who wants to rot from the inside, right? This is the reason I am writing this personal experience of mine and sharing it with the world. Maybe someone else will relate and not feel as alone as I did. There is a lot of blogs out there for women to relate to but there is not much for us men. And men are humans, hence we have hearts and obviously, heartbreaks. So here is my story:</div>
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I have been a free agent most of my life. I don't search for nor idealize commitment. Not in the traditional sense. I believe in loyalty, respect, and love. But do I, personally, believe that two people can truly stay committed? No - because love, like sexuality, is fluid. It is constantly changing, constantly evolving. Is it possible for two people to evolve together, though? Absolutely! I never gave 100% of my heart and trust to anyone, in fear of being hurt, of being abandoned; Of being on that other end of change and evolution.<br />
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I met someone who changed all of that. I met someone who made me feel like they understood that part of me. I considered this person a friend first, a confident second, and then a lover. Maybe you had someone like this in your life? Someone who didn't need a title for affirmation, but just needed someone to understand them. Nobody needed to know, nobody needed to understand. Because we knew, we understood. You feel a bond so strong that even the most resilient army would fall at your feet. I had never met someone like this. </div>
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And so as time flew, and the nest of comfort grew bigger, so did my emotions. As is only natural. I love my friends. All of them equally. The reason for my love changes from one to another, but everyone in my life is loved equally. </div>
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Everything (at least on my end) was going good. We had a rough patch where I suggested we remain<b> just friends </b>without the added complications. I was a lot more clued in to what was happening then I let on. I could feel detachment, guilt, and something else, something I couldn't put my finger on. I am always willing to change my relationships if it means building a stronger bond. Again, I believe in evolution. Stagnation is for mosquitoes. But if you've been in this situation or currently living a similar situation, you know that the "just friends" title will not be taken seriously on one side or the other*. </div>
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We reconnected once more after that (*told you so). To say that it was one of the best nights of my life is not even giving it justice. I felt warm, I felt loved, I felt understood without pressure. I felt like this was a friend for life. I felt like I had found someone who would enjoy this part of life with me, for however long it lasted. We were goofy, we were having fun! I knew it wasn't going to last. They knew too. But I was happy living that moment, knowing that this would most likely be the best chapter in my life. I suggested we see each other again the following Sunday and to my surprise I was invited for the whole weekend. I was elated. I was happy and excited to spend some time with someone I valued and appreciated so much. And for once, I felt that they valued me as much as I valued them: <u>as a human, looking for understanding</u>. There was only a few days left to the weekend when everything changed.</div>
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I will go through the emotions as I experienced them, in that specific order. I will avoid major details because nobody needs the details. I hope you can relate though with how I felt, and maybe it can help you find closure as well.<br />
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I was not ready for what happened. I did not see it coming (although part of me was terrified that it would end like this - a fear I had expressed to the other party.) when that call came in on the Wednesday night (or was it a Thursday? You also lose track of time, apparently) I felt like my world had shattered. They were drunk, announcing irrational news, making false assumptions about my emotions and my intentions My emotions were not only discarded, but almost stomped on. I was made to feel like it was my own fault that I got attached, that hearing their life story was not a valid reason to feel connected; as if sharing so many memories, stories, laughs, and intimate moments didn't warrant my worrying. My friend's backstory and drunken state when the phone rang left me in a panic. I was worried, sad, but most of all, I was confused.</div>
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I didn't know what was going on? I couldn't understand their reaction, I couldn't understand what was happening to them? This news was just dumped on me and then I was expected to rationalize it, without question, without worry. As if I wasn't a human, a friend. This is how confusion begins. <strong>You are meant to see a side of someone until they can't keep up anymore.</strong> You are shown a world that doesn't exist. And when that world shatters, it hurts. And then everything is left in the air for you to grasp and <u>remove responsibility from THEIR hands</u>. Do not take that responsibility. Do not ask questions. Do not dive into waters that were troubled and gloomy before the storm even arrived. I tried so hard to explain that I even understood why they were angry at me. That's how compassion works. When you can look at your actions and accept that they weren't always the best for the other person. That was sadly not reciprocated. </div>
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I spent countless hours and sleepless nights trying to figure out why they couldn't open up to me NOW, when they had opened up to me so much before. I had heard this person in every state imagineable: confused, sad, angry. Why were they blocking me out, now? This question bothered me for days, prevented me from sleeping and working and just plain living. It was eating me inside. <br />
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Once the confusion subsided and I kinda felt like I've got some answers (because let's be honest, they don't want to give you answers, <u>that'll hurt THEM too much</u>. They don't want to think about it - remember, they are removing the responsibility from the equation. They leave it up to you to figure everything out.) that is when the sadness kicks in. I remembered the way we met, how we cultivated our likes and our dislikes, the laughter, the jokes, the tricks, the adventure, the compassion, the grins, the fun, the lust. Everything comes flooding back. I remembered being there, unconditionally, because my heart ached when their heart ached. We had shared similar stories. That is sympathy. And it is NOT excluded from friendship. <br />
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My heart tugged and I cried on more occasions that I'd be glad to admit. I felt ripped apart. I couldn't watch TV, couldn't listen to music. I stopped cleaning, stopped eating. I surrounded myself with friends, the true kind that accept it all in the name of love. My couch really was my savior and my best friend. (love you, couch ♥) Everything good that had happened had been somehow tainted on their side. I had been painted as something bad, something to be eliminated. I stopped asking questions about why. I didn't need to know anymore. I knew that their sadness and their pain needed to be evacuated. Maybe they didn't remember, but I held onto every single tear that person shed, every single word that pained them. I was ready to be a shield for that, to absorb anything and everything and say: **Tell me everything bad, tell me how you feel, <strong>scream at ME like you would scream at those who hurt you</strong>. I can take it, cause I care.** It made me sad that instead of using this to vent and to let the bad out, it was used to hurt me, to insult me and belittle me. The pain in some can be so deep and so cruel that they feel the need for you to feel that way too.<br />
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Don't be sad. Don't doubt yourself. <u>Don't take it personally</u>. Cherish the good moments, value the relationship like an adult. If you felt good, if you felt right at that time, do not turn around and discredit your emotions. Don't shame your memories. Be glad you had good moments with someone. Regardless of the outcome. Not everyone has the power to do this, but if you're like me and you love too much, keep this thought in mind. <strong>Keep that love growing</strong> because maybe they still feel it. And maybe it will help them find solace.<br />
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<strong>Anger</strong><br />
This is the tricky one. I've had to let go of relationships before and maybe the reason this one hurts so much is because it fell apart for no valid reasons. There was no effort made, there was no drama, no fights to invite this kind of outcome. I end all my relationships on a positive note now that I'm an adult. And since I had no closure on my confusion and had to make up my own scenario of why this happened, and that my sadness was brought upon a situation I had little to no control over, anger settled in like desperate Europeans in the time of colonization. <br />
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I was angry at myself for not reacting the way THEY wanted me to react. I was angry at them for being so evasive of my questions, my RIGHT to now what I did to cause so much pain to them. From my point of view, I was<strong> more</strong> than an okay friend. And when you start listing off the things <u>YOU did for the relationship VS what THEY did for the relationship, that is pretty much when anger reaches it's boiling point.</u> Especially when you (I'm assuming if you made it this far, you relate as a "person who loves too much") invested so much in someone. All I wanted in return was respect and appreciation, as do most of us who love too much. We accept that we love too much. We just want respect back. It made me angry that they weren't listening to me but asking me to listen to them. I was angry that they were calling me a hater and a ho when they were the one with bad habits and hurting people in the midst of it. I was angry that I was being told I couldn't understand as if I was a child, when I was standing there, broken hearted, ready to absorb all of the anger they possessed while having my own emotions, my own words twisted around and used against me. <u>Understanding is a two way street.</u> It made me angry that I was being completely pushed aside, as if I was nothing more than a fuck and a dreamcatcher. Absorbing all the dark and emitting nothing but light. It made me angry that I thought that everything they were telling me was for a reason, when in fact, it was for game. I was angry that I had fallen in the spider's lair.<br />
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Live that anger. <u>But don't let it live in you</u>. People separate emotions in two categories: bad emotions and good emotions. <strong>In fact, ALL emotions are healthy when expressed correctly.</strong> So weigh your words, think of what you want to say, remain honest but humble and polite. Like my idol Lana Del Rey muses in one of her songs: <u>"It's fine if you're hateful, just as long as you remain grateful".</u> Some people get so angry and are so used to being neglected for it that they assume the worst. They don't know what a good relationship is. It's easier for them to dump on you and leave then stay to see how you react. They don't care that it can get better, they only focus on their own mistakes and how you might leave them for it. They don't understand that you're there regardless. And that made me so angry. If you are willing to put up with anything, like I had, then do it. Strive for it. Forgive the lies, the shadiness, the plotholes, the unnecessary grievance. Forgive it all. But when the person tears down the wall, <strong>assume no responsability</strong>. You only cared and they LOVED that you cared until it became too much for them. Not for you. When someone assumes the worst in you, seek out the answer. <u>That is your right to know</u>. Don't forget it. Even if the person decides to cut you out. I am letting go of my anger, my confusion, and my sadness through this. <br />
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<strong>Acceptance</strong><br />
This right here, ladies and gents! This is the tough part. <u>I didn't want to accept it</u>. To me, accepting it was accepting defeat. <strong>That I wasn't good enough to help, that I had to change to please this person</strong>. **Why can't they see I care? This is making me sad. OMG NOW IM ANGRY** And when the confusion passed (trust me, once anger settles in, who the fuck thinks about confusion?) and the sadness (which right now I feel like will last forever), and that you managed and controlled your anger (omg I'm imagining the things I would have done if I had NO self-control over my mind and respect - still, <em>imagine</em> - for the other person), you get to the point where you just accept it. I accepted that this was not the healthiest of relationships. I accepted that my love and understanding was no longer welcomed. I accepted that I was just another pawn in their game. <strong>It's hard to accept but I promise it gets better</strong>. Look in the mirror, really look, and think of all the people you met in your life. Think of all the nice things they said about you, how they smiled and cherished your presence. Those are the people who will help you get through the hurting and the grieving. Not the person who caused it. <u>Do not search for acceptance from him or her. I did and I swear it was the biggest mistake I made in all of this</u>. It just made me repeat this cycle all over again. <br />
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This is the point where you repeat this to yourself: <u>they aren't necessarily a bad person</u>. But I was treated badly. And I can't forget that. I can't white-wash it because the other person had "reasons" to be mean. It doesn't come easy to all, and sometimes it doesn't come at all, but I accept that I made bad choices in my life, I talk about them freely. I am not saying this to be pompous, I am saying this for people to relate and understand where <u>I am</u> coming from. Communication is key. It always was and always will. I talk about the bad that was done, doesn't mean I think the person is bad. <br />
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What helped (and is still helping, this is all very fresh to me) was having my friends around me. What made it tougher for me is that the relationship was not one that I could talk about openly. If you're living this type of relationship, <strong>be careful</strong>. I was okay with it - as stated above, I felt no need to share or define what we had because it just was, great and vast and amazing - but now that it is over, it is hard to process and digest without the thoughts and input of others. I value other people's emotions and experience so, so much. Being vague about what is happening can be ten times more debilitating. <u>Just remember not to hurt the other person. They are not hurting you because they want to, they are hurting you because they don't know any better</u>. Remind them of why you were there, why you cared. Remind them that life is good, that they are good people. If they are hurting someone they just said they cared about, then they must be hurting. A lot. Keep that in mind. <u>Even if they keep swearing and cursing at you. It may change nothing, but never stop giving it your all</u>. Be yourself. Do what you would have wanted them to do for you. It's not about being perfect, it's about being compassionate. <strong>It's about understanding where YOU come from and also understanding where THEY come from, regardless of it they recognize that or not.</strong> At the end of the day, you are the one resting your head and living with your thoughts. Just make sure they're good. Be proud that you are strong enough to support both of you. Even when the other decides that it never happened that way. Denial is a bad fruit, one that rots once you ingest it. Don't eat it, even when offered.<br />
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<strong>Outcome</strong><br />
I feel like I just wrote everything so fast that it doesn't make sense. But then again, this whole situation seems out of this world to me. I talk as if my emotions have passed but I'm still hurting. I'm no longer confused, nor sad, nor angry. I guess I can say I'm a mix of all three, but just a bit. I think of all the charity work I did, all the people I listened to and helped along my perilous road called Kevin's Life, of the downs I went through in my early 20's trying so desperately to understand myself. How I had wished to have someone who understood me then like I was for my friend. <strong>My friend</strong>. It stings a bit writing this. As if it wasn't true, as if it was a character I had written and fell in love with, unable to kill them off or write them out of the story. Admitting you are hurt is not a weakness. It is a strength. Because now you know you have to move on, you have to take that pain and build something with it. <strong>Live it but don't let it live in you.</strong><br />
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If you love too much, like I do, don't feel bad about it. You'll find a friend, a confident, a lover, whatever, that will accept that. They won't judge you, hate you, bully you, belittle you because of it. They will cherish you, they will say how much they appreciate you, and how much they value your input, care, and understanding. They will do this out of love, and not because they feel it is "kissing someone's ass". <u>Being nice is normal. It is so very normal. To expect kindness is normal.</u> Everything else is not. They will not be afraid to show their dark side, or express anger because they'll know you care. They'll know you will stand by anything. Not everything is perfect, but it doesn't have to be when love is involved. Once you find that person, they will not twist your words around to fit their lies and purpose. I am blessed to say I have many people like this in my life. <strong>Is it sad that I couldn't reach that person? Sure it is.</strong> Will I beat myself over what-a, could-a, should-a? No, I won't. I gave my all, what more could I have given?<br />
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<strong>If you've given everything you got, remained yourself, you were nice and polite but firm, then there should be no regrets. Be yourself. Be happy. Be the change you want to see in this world. Live. Laugh. Love. Forgive and forget. And most importantly, do not regret. Leave that to the other person. The one who can't accept that love isn't always easy. It isn't always what we see in movies. Love cannot be defined by relationships, expectations, societal pressure, and boxes that can be checked off. But you, reader, already know that. Because you love too much, like I do.</strong><br />
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<strong>Candles are out,</strong><br />
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Chapter 1: <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2013/09/the-rising-chapter-one.html">Dark Paradise</a><br />Chapter 2: <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2013/10/the-rising-chapter-two.html">Elvis</a><br />Chapter 3: <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2013/10/the-rising-chapter-three.html">Find My Own Way</a><br />Chapter 4: <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2013/10/the-rising-chapter-four.html">Last Girl On Earth</a><br />Chapter 5: <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2013/10/the-rising-chapter-five.html">My Best Days</a><br />Chapter 6: <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2013/10/the-rising-chapter-six.html">Teenage Wasteland</a></div>
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Eleven's Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06119585871303996057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484365411964157850.post-19999104789779499802013-11-05T08:21:00.001-08:002014-01-13T08:01:49.093-08:00The Rising | Chapter Eight<br />
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EIGHT | YOU AND ME<br />
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Got a light in your eyes, I can see it<br />
Look into my mind to believe it<br />
-Lana Del Rey<br />
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Denson and I are sitting in the living room, the soft glow of the burning logs in the fireplace setting the tone for our conversation. Louis' bright red firetruck rests lazily on the coffee table. The three men who accompany him are outside the door, presumably to keep watch - although I know they are there to prevent me from leaving. <br />
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I shift in my seat, my eyes diverting back to Elvis' dark corner; the one he always emerges from. Denson takes a sip from a metal canister and then slips it back into a pouch in his black jacket. The residue leaves a red tint on his lips. He leans back and examines me. <br />
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"So how long have you been out here, Katherine?" He asks, my name sounding so foreign on his tongue. <br />
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"I want to know where Phillip is." I answer coldly, putting extra emphasis on the little boy's name. <br />
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"I can't answer that question, Katherine, because I don't know who Phillip is." Denson says, unfolding his arms from his chest and laying them on the armrest. "Why don't you tell me?"<br />
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"He's the boy that was with me. I heard him screaming upstairs!" I jump from my seat but Denson doesn't move, doesn't even seem threatened by me. "What did you guys do to him?" <br />
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He nods his head and then looks up at me. "All you had to do was say that Phillip is the boy upstairs." Denson smiles and gets up from the chair. My heart stops and without thinking, I grab onto the man's outstretched hand. <br />
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"I want to see him! He's all I have, I need to see him" I say through tears and sobs. In this new world, all I had were those who stuck by me. Maggie. Phillip. They are all that matters and I want them by my side again. I can't walk this wasteland without them. "What did you do to him?!" I scream, letting go of Denson's hand and backing away. <br />
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Through the strands of dirty hair and with tears fogging my view, I spot Elvis standing still behind Denson. <br />
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"Elvis!" I run to him and fall on my knees in front of him, not unlike a worshipper of Christ. "Please help me! Please!" I beg like a child, grabbing and pulling frantically on his crisp, white jumpsuit. The King. He stands so proud, looking down at me with such sorrow and sadness. But he doesn't say a word. I confided in him all these times and now he stands in front of me in my darkest hour and he doesn't say a peep. <em>Not a word</em>. <br />
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Denson creeps in behind me and rests his hand on my shoulder. I snap around, expecting him to hit me or tie me up but he only carries the same look as Elvis in his eyes. He pities me. <br />
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"Don't <em>look</em> at me like that!" I yell, getting to my feet and facing Denson. I can barely recognize my own voice. I feel something stir in the pit of my stomach. Something weird is going on and it is scaring the fuck out of me. <br />
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"There's nobody there, Katherine."<br />
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"SHUT UP!" I clench my fists and I can feel all of the muscles in my body tense up like a steak does when you cook it too quickly. I'm heating up, I can feel the fire burning in the pit of my stomach like an insatiable hunger. <br />
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"Katherine - You have to calm down!" Denson says, his arms extended out in front of him like a negotiator. As if I was the one scaring him. He came into MY cabin and changed MY world. He had no right. "When's the last time you've had some, Katherine? You need - "<br />
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"You did this!" I bark through barred teeth, spitting like a mad dog. "You took Maggie! You hurt Phillip!" I grab the wooden table that sits between the chairs and swing it at Denson. The red firetruck falls to the floor and shatters. I run towards the staircase, towards Phillip.<br />
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"PHILLIP!"<br />
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I make the landing and turn left into Maggie and I's bedroom. The shutters are open again and there's a warm breeze coming in from the barren wasteland. My eyes scan the room until they rest on Phillip, lying on his back on my bed. I run to his side and I kneel down besides the bed. <br />
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"Oh Phillip..." He's so pale. I run a hand in his untidy hair and gently tap on his cheeks. I want a response. I want him to open his eyes. "Phillip!" Move. Breath. Phillip, why won't you move.<br />
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And then Denson's voice echoes behind me. "He's dead, Katherine. So is she." <br />
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Dead? She? But...I look over to Maggie's bed and find it with her lying in it. Still and peaceful. And pale. As if she had been drained of her blood. <br />
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"Maggie!" I can't stop crying and can barely say her name. Gooseflesh run along the sides of my arm like wild horses chasing after game. I go to her side and lay down beside her. I brush a few white hairs away from her eyes and seeing her makes me smile. She's finally back. I lose myself to the blissful feeling that rushes inside me at the sight of Maggie and completely forget that Denson is here. That Phillip is dead. That Maggie is dead. <br />
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"They're..." I turn towards Denson, "...dead?" I say the words but I can't bring myself to believe them. It can't be. I must have been poisoned by the air outside. That must be it. "I'm hallucinating," I whisper it, almost to myself. I run my hand through my hair, tugging at it just a bit to make sure I'm not dreaming.<br />
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Denson snickers and cocks his eyebrow. "<em>That's</em> funny."<br />
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"What did you say?" <br />
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"Oh, I just said how funny your last comment was. You see, we've been watching this place for weeks now, Katherine, and do you know what we saw a lot of? We saw a lot of you talking with nobody -"<br />
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He keeps talking but I don't hear him. I hear Louis, laughing because we just surprised him on his sixth birthday...<br />
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"Happy birthday Louis!" I say, kneeling down to his height. He smiles as I hand him his present. <br />
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"What is it?" He asks, unable to remain calm. <br />
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"Open it and see!" <br />
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Louis drops to the floor with the box in front of him and proceeds to tear at the wrapping paper. I laugh while mom takes a polaroid shot of the moment Louis sees the red firetruck. He squeals and jumps in my arms. <br />
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"Thank you! Thank you!" <br />
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Louis' tight embrace leaves me almost breathless but I manage to say: "I'm glad you like it!" <br />
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Mom walks into the living room with my other brother beside her. He's <em>always</em> beside her. "Okay now it's Phillip's turn to give you his present. Go on, Phillip." My mom says, whisking my brother towards Louis. <br />
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Just as Phillip hands his present to Louis, my dad walks in the living room with the phone in his hands. "It's for you." He says, slurring his words. He'd obviously been drinking. Louis, Phillip, and I stop what we're doing to watch.<br />
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Mom gives him the evil eye and grabs the phone. "Hello. Oh, hi Maggie. You still picking up the kids tonight? Great. See you soon." She hangs up, and all three of us are looking at her. <br />
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"Don't all look so excited." She says sarcastically. "I thought you loved spending time with Granma?"<br />
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"We do," Phillip says and turns towards me, blood dripping from his mouth. "It's just that Katherine's going to kill her. And then she's going to kill me."<br />
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I go to shout, to say something but I find my voice lost. The room starts to spin and my vision becomes blurry as if I was the one drunk. Mom goes out of focus and I stumble forward and fall onto the wood floor, right at Denson's feet. <br />
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I roll over and crawl towards the wall. My stomach churns and I feel like I'm going to vomit. I lean against the wall and tuck my knees in. <br />
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"What just happened..." I say, shaking all over, from within. <br />
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Denson inches forward, excitement in his eyes. "Did you just remember your old life?" <br />
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"Yes." I answer calmly. I'm in shock; This isn't making any sense. They're not my family. We just met. "I didn't kill them! He says I did, but I didn't. I couldn't." I look over at the beds where they lay quiet and still as stars in the night's sky.<br />
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"You did kill them Katherine," Denson says as he approaches me. His words stab me in the heart. I look up at him and I don't see malice in his eyes, but rather concern. "When we found this cabin two weeks ago they were already dead. You went out exploring one day and we searched the place, found these two bodies. They were your family, am I correct? Blood had been drained from both their bodies and that's when we knew." His eyes meet mine and a smirk appears on his face. <br />
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"That's when you knew what?" I say, forcing the words out because I'm starting to figure it out. All of those memories I've supressed are all coming back to me in rapid, succesive flashes.<br />
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Granma Maggie, picking us up at home. We had to leave Louis because he had eaten too much cake and wasn't feeling well. Before leaving, he had handed me his firetruck. Then the Great Shake happened while we were on a long deserted stretch of highway. The earth shook and cracked all around us. We were safe on what we later called Highway Island. We were surrounded by fissures and fountains of lava. All we could see for miles was darkness and death. All we had was the car and the little food that was in it. After a few days we had to leave. And that's when we encountered the ghostly figures for the first time. <br />
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They were just like us in appearance but they were also shadows, unable to walk in our world as they were still bound to the one they called home. At first they stayed away from us and as we trekked our way over and around the new landscaped of our Earth, they slowly started approaching us. A month after the Great Shake, we were attacked in the night. <em>I</em> was attacked.<br />
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When I woke I was different. I felt a tightening in my stomach and had sudden urges to feed an ever growing appetite. It was devouring me from the inside. Granma Maggie, Phillip, and I kept on walking and they were oblivious of what had happened to me. On the outside I hadn't changed, but something within me had. <br />
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Several days later we found the cabin. We made good of the cans and dried food we found. I ate and I ate but still that tight pressure in my stomach continued to grow. One day, Phillip was sleeping and I was arguing with Maggie downstairs. I can't remember what happened that made me snap but I grabbed the frying pan and smacked it across her head. I cried. I hated myself as I saw the pool of blood forming around her head. The smell of it was intoxicating. My nostrils flared and I felt my stomach tighten like never before. I was so hungry. <br />
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"STOP IT!" I yell, zoning back to reality, back to now with Denson. He's looking at me again with that strange expression. "What is it you knew, Denson? <em>What did I do</em>?" <br />
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"You and me, we're the <em>same </em>Katherine." He says, smiling. "<em>We're vampires</em>."<br />
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<br />Eleven's Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06119585871303996057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484365411964157850.post-51761256439717757072013-11-05T08:09:00.000-08:002014-01-13T08:01:49.101-08:00The Rising | Chapter Seven<br />
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SEVEN | ALL YOU NEED<br />
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All you need<br />
Is some peace<br />
While you are here<br />
-Lana Del Rey<br />
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I wait outside of the cabin, in the scorching heat as Phillip struggles to leave the place he's come to associate with security and comfort. I keep reassuring him that I'm here, that I won't leave him - but he can't bring himself to step outside. The lava that erupts every so often from the fissures combined with the completly absent landscape and dead vegetation is most likely not helping the situation. <br />
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"Phillip, you can't stay there forever. Come on, already." I stomp my foot and cross my arms, as a desperate sign of frustration. Something I never would have been caught dead doing when Earth was still buzzing with life. <br />
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"It's..." He looks around, his eyes constantly jetting back to the black skies. "It's...I can't, Katherine. I just can't." <br />
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"Phillip! We can't stay here! It's not safe anymore. Those men will find us again!" I gesture for him to step outside but he just shakes his head. <br />
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"Why are you afraid of them?! Why can't we just fight them!"<br />
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"Because...Because they scare me, Phillip." I drop my pack and let out a deep sigh. This isn't the time for us to fiddle around outside. Those men can be watching us as we speak. "But I'm ready to venture out."<br />
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Phillip's eyes suddenly go black and his pupils grow to the size of quarters. He tilts his head and I spot blood around his collar. It seems fresh. He claps his hands togheter and snaps me out of my daze.<br />
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"You aren't ready at all." I see a flash of tears and twisted lips before Phillip turns and runs back inside the cabin. I retrieve the small axe from my pack and run in after him. <br />
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"Phillip!" <br />
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I scan the kitchen and the adjacent rooms quickly, my heart pounding so hard against my chest that I can feel it resonate throughout my body. What the fuck had just happened? For some reason, as my eyes adjust to the dim-lighted cabin, I come to the conclusion that something is off. <br />
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"Phillip! Where are you?" I scream out loud, but he doesn't answer. I think back to those dark-roasted eyes settled on me. "Don't leave me alone!" I yell even louder, my fingers clenched togheter in a fist. Tear suddenly break and I crumble to the floor. I sob and dust rises from the wood floors with every shallow breath I take.<br />
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I'm alone. Everyone is leaving me. <br />
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I crawl towards the corner in front of the staircase and curl myself in a ball, my knees tucked tightly against my chest. My messy hair falls around me as I bury my face in my knees. It feels like the whole room is spinning around me, faster and faster.<br />
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"STOP!"<br />
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The cabin suddenly starts to shake violently. Old picture frames fall and crash on the floor, as does the vintage chinawear that sits over the counter. The windows rattle and the stairs creak furiously and I just wrap my arms around my knees and bring them in even closer. I don't look.<br />
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"STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT!"<br />
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Voices begin to echo and bounce off the walls. First I hear Maggie, telling me about what happened to Earth when I first woke up. Then Louis, my six year old brother, telling me how much he loves his present. I had bought him a red firetruck with my allowance, I remember it vividly. And just as quickly, Phillip's voice rings out and it is one of distress. <br />
<br />
"PHILLIP!" I scream, lifting my head, my eyes opened as wide as quarters. Hair falls sporadically in front of my face, dancing to the rythmn of my heaving. "PHILLIP!"<br />
<br />
I jump to my feet as I hear the pleas for help again. It's coming from one of the upstairs bedroom. "PHILLIP!" My feet hit the stairs before I even have time to grab the banister. I reach the second floor landing in three seconds and I immediately go for Phillip's bedroom. <br />
<br />
I take a deep breath and open the door. There's nobody there. Just then, another scream comes - from Maggie and I's bedroom. I collect my wits and remember that Phillip is only thirteen. Something is attacking the people that I now call my family and I need to defend them. It took Maggie and now it wants to take Phillip. I won't let it!<br />
<br />
"I'm coming Phillip!" Before I even exit Phillip's room, a man appears in the hallway. And it isn't just a random man; it's the one that looked up at me the day Phillip and I were visited. The one with the crisp trenchcoat and the strange look in his eyes. He's holding something in his right hand and it seems to be Louis' firetruck.<br />
<br />
"What do you want! Leave us alone!" I scream and back away. That man genuinely scares me. For someone who survived an earthquake of apocalyptic proportions, he's pretty damn clean. Plus, there's something about the way he moves, it's almost snake like. He doesn't seem surprised to see me, I would even say he seems pleased. Our eyes lock and he starts walking towards me. <br />
<br />
"How about we start by introducing ourselves?" He says, extending his hand, "My name is Denson." Eleven's Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06119585871303996057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484365411964157850.post-79908695460660521652013-10-08T16:04:00.000-07:002014-01-13T08:01:49.105-08:00The Rising | Chapter Six<br />
<br />
SIX | TEENAGE WASTELAND<br />
<br />
Let's get out of this place,<br />
Cause you're starting to waste,<br />
Within this teenage wasteland.<br />
- Lana Del Rey<br />
<br />
<br />
The Great Shake has disturbed most of our atmosphere and the rising dust clouds have cast us into a hazy darkness. We are rarely visited by the sun and as I contemplate my ragged state in the bathroom, I notice just how much my pale skin reflects that sad reality. <br />
<br />
My conversation with Elvis kept me up most of the night, thinking about strategies and plans for Phillip and myself. I figure our best option would be to leave the cabin and go searching for more profitable grounds, if any still exist. Those four men who found us will surely come back and I don't want us to be here when they do. <br />
<br />
I close my pack and head downstairs where Phillip is finishing up the chores around the kitchen. He lifts his head when he hears me and smiles. I smile back and throw my pack on the chair beside him. <br />
<br />
"Are you heading out?" He asks me, and puts down his rag. There is genuine concern in his eyes. <br />
<br />
"We both are," I start, waiting for his reaction. He only gives me a sideways glance, slightly puzzled by my declaration. "Those men are going to come back. I think I know a place where there are more survivors, we're going to head out there today."<br />
<br />
"What do you mean, "other survivors"? Katie, we can't go out there, you told me so yourself." His voice is strained and I can tell he's trying to hide his fear. He's trying to be brave for me and it warms my heart. <br />
<br />
"I told you that because that is what Maggie told me - and she isn't here anymore." I see him look away, towards the view outside the window. "I didn't mean it that way, Phillip. It's just...Maybe Maggie was wrong, maybe there is more out there then we know."<br />
<br />
When Phillip looks back at me, his eyes are filled with tears and the skin on those puffy little cheeks are turning red. He couldn't play tough any longer. "Katie..."<br />
<br />
I run to him."I know it's scary, Phillip. I'm scared too, you don't have to hide it." I get down on one knee and, like Elvis did to me last night, I hold onto Phillip's hand and look into his eyes. "Hey, everything will be okay. I promise you, I'll find us a safe place to live."<br />
<br />
He nods and looks away. "Is there any more Mapleroots?" And accompanying his words was a low grumble in his stomach. <br />
<br />
I hold him at arm's lenght and smile. "We're going to have to find some. On our own." I answer him, wiping away the tears in his eyes. I get back up on my feet and sling the pack over my shoulder, trying desperately not to display my anxiety. Because I have so much of it building inside me. <br />
<br />
What if we don't find anyone? What if I am unable to distinguish what is Mapleroots and what isn't? I've never seen it's original state, only the hot brews that Maggie prepared for us. I've gone out exploring once and it almost got me in trouble when I spotted the people by the fissures. Maggie had warned me about them later, told me to stay away, that they were not what they seemed. It scared me to think what could happen to us out there, in the wastelands. <br />
<br />
"Are you ready, Katie?" Phillip asks, tearing me out of my mental exhile.<br />
<br />
I take a second to examine him. My Phillip; with his dishevelled hair, his turned up nose, and cute-as-a-button smile. I have to fight for him, to make this new world seem less of a burden on him. We are going to make it. <br />
<br />
"Let's go." I say, as calmly as I can.Eleven's Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06119585871303996057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484365411964157850.post-8860849445924415452013-10-07T16:50:00.000-07:002014-01-13T08:01:49.107-08:00The Rising | Chapter Five<br />
FIVE | MY BEST DAYS<br />
<br />
I asked you beside me<br />
I have you, yes I have you<br />
- Lana Del Rey<br />
<br />
<br />
The fireplace is crackling and spitting embers on the wooden floors of the living room. It's warmth is making me drowzy. I bury myself further in the blankets and keep my eyes on the starless night sky that looks down at me through the foggy windows. For a moment, I imagine myself in my old victorian bed. <em>Just for a moment</em>. <br />
<br />
"Are you just going to stare out the window?" He says, snapping me back to reality.<br />
<br />
I shift in my seat and place myself to face my guest. His presence alone comforts me, reminds me of times back home with mom when we would sing his songs on rainy Sunday afternoons. He came to me in times of need, and for that I will always be grateful. <br />
<br />
I smile. "It's surprisingly easy to get distracted when you're alone."<br />
<br />
"Where's Phillip?" Elvis asks, his eyes masked by those dark sunglasses.<br />
<br />
I look towards the kitchen. Shadows from the fire's light bounces off the staircase. "He's sleeping." I reach for my cup and take a sip of my warm Mapleroots tea.<br />
<br />
"So," he says, and gives me that trademark smirk, "why did you call me here tonight, cupcake?"<br />
<br />
That nickname. It gives me butterflies in the pit of my stomach everytime he says it. And with that charming, southern accent. <br />
<br />
"I just wanted to talk. It's lonely without Maggie."<br />
<br />
"<em>Maggie</em>," He whispers, "have you found out what happened to her?" <br />
<br />
I take another sip of soothing, hot Mapleroots tea and set the cup down on the table. When I look back up, there are tears in my eyes. Elvis gives me a sympathetic smile and I return it in kind. The only time I come close to feeling joy since her dissapearance is in moments like these; having a chat by the fireplace with the King.<br />
<br />
"Phillip doesn't understand what I'm going through. I mean, it's understandable, he's never met her. But losing her and then having Phillip suddenly wake up is all so confusing. He's not at all what I thought he would be."<br />
<br />
"And how is he copping with this new landscape?"<br />
<br />
I roll my eyes and sigh. "A lot better than me. He's only thirteen -"<br />
<br />
Elvis cuts me off. "And you're only sixteen, cupcake. And this sure ain't Memphis anymore." His tone is smooth and comforting, and I know he's telling me this to reassure me but at which point does his exitence becomes my imagination?<br />
<br />
"But I need to be there for him." I shrug and look away, slightly bothered by my own conclusion. Maybe he<em> is</em> just part of my imagination. "Like I need you to be there for me. Are you <em>really</em> there, Elvis?"<br />
<br />
He smiles and leans forward, taking my hand into his. He rubs it gently and looks into my eyes. "I'm here cupcake. Now tell me why it is you really called me here tonight."<br />
<br />
I take back my hand and slide off the couch. I kind of push Elvis as I make my way around him and into the kitchen. I lean against the counter and take a deep breath. Phillip and I can't possibly make it on our own, we don't have the knowledge that Maggie possessed. I don't know where to find Mapleroots or how to salvage toxic waters. It was always Maggie who had done that. Always Maggie.<br />
<br />
I turn around to face Elvis, his handsome face almost completly covered by darkness. All I can see is that signature smirk on his lips. <br />
<br />
"I wanted some advice..." I look away, "about what to do next?"<br />
<br />
Silence. He loses his smirk and for some reason, the air shifts in the room. I first notice the dying fire and then a sudden heavy weight on my body. <br />
<br />
"I'm not a tour guide, Katherine Elizabeth Calvert. Nor am I here to meddle in your affairs. You will have to find your own way through the wastelands." He says, with finality.<br />
<br />
"But i'm -" <br />
<br />
And he vanishes. The fire roars back to life and I feel the air around me get thinner and lighter. The cabin remains eerily silent as I contemplate his last words. Eleven's Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06119585871303996057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484365411964157850.post-47648295591558073182013-10-03T18:40:00.000-07:002014-01-13T08:01:49.100-08:00The Rising | Chapter Four<br />
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FOUR | LAST GIRL ON EARTH<br />
<br />
No one lives forever<br />
But that's no reason to give up<br />
- Lana Del Rey<br />
<br />
<br />
"I don't think she's coming back, Katie." Phillip chimes in, as I pace around the living room. Katie. Nobody's called me that in well over seven months; it soothes me when he reminds me of home. <br />
<br />
Phillip's resting carelessly on the kitchen counter as if Maggie hadn't been gone for four days. Something terribly bad happened; I know it and he knows it but I can't believe it. <br />
<br />
"No. She has to come back." I feel my heart beating through my chest and I can't stop fidgeting, and I hate when people fidget. "Want some Mapleroots?" I ask Phillip.<br />
<br />
"I'm not thirsty." He answers, and jumps off the counter. "What is your plan if she doesn't come back?"<br />
<br />
"She will. I mean, she has to..." I walk into the kitchen and rest against the counter. I blow away the strands of rebellious brown hair that have fallen in my face and contemplate the situation. I don't know what I would do if she doesn't come back. I can't take care of us. I just can't. <br />
<br />
"Katherine," Phillip says with urgency, his eyes glued to the kitchen door, "There are people <em>outside</em> the cabin." <br />
<br />
My heart tugs at me, and fear like I've never experienced before ravages my inside. I run towards Phillip, grab him by the hand and drag him behind me as I lead us towards the bedroom upstairs. A sudden burst outside fills the windows with a bright light and we are momentarily blinded.<br />
<br />
"WHAT IS THAT?" Phillip cries out and I feel his grip tighten. <br />
<br />
"Just stay close to me!" I feel my skin burn when the light touches it but I say nothing to Phillip.<br />
<br />
I run up the stairs with Phillip behind me and we find shelter in Maggie and I's bedroom. I start moving furniture in front of the door and Phillip soon helps until everything in the room is blocking that entrance. <br />
<br />
I tiptoe towards one of the windows and see the little one following me. "Phillip, stay away from the windows!" <br />
<br />
"I want them to go away!" He yells.<br />
<br />
"Shhh, I want to see who they are." I whisper, peering out of the window. Just when I look out, one of the four men turns his head and looks up straight at me.<br />
<br />
Phillip continues with his eerie chant. "I want them to go away! I want them to go away! I want them to go away!"<br />
<br />
I turn towards him and shush him. When I look back out the window, I find that all of the men have dissapeared. In a instance, they vanished. Phillip had <em>wanted</em> them to go away. <br />
<br />
"How did you do that?" I walk up to Phillip and put my hands on his shouler. "Phillip, how did you do that?"<br />
<br />
"I don't know. What happened? Did they leave?" Phillip shrugs my hands off of his shoulder and hugs me. "Did they leave, Katie?" I hear Louis just then. I hear sorrow and pain, and I can't have Phillip living this way.<br />
<br />
I return the gesture and wrap my arms around him. I ruffle his untidy black hair and give him a kiss on the forehead. "Yeah, they left. I scared them away!" <br />
<br />
"You didn't."<br />
<br />
"Did <em>so</em>."<br />
<br />
"Race you to the last Mapleroots?" Phillip says, looking up at me. A smile forms on his lip and it amazes me how much that makes me happy. I want him to be safe. What happened today opened my eyes; we need to arm ourselves. <br />
<br />
"No need, you can have it. I'll go out tomorrow to get some more." <br />
<br />
He gives me one last squeeze and we begin to remove all of the stuff we used to block the door. Maybe Maggie won't come back, maybe she will. But after tonight, I don't have to worry about it any longer. Eleven's Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06119585871303996057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484365411964157850.post-69936118447366412352013-10-02T18:31:00.000-07:002014-01-13T08:01:49.103-08:00The Rising | Chapter Three<br />
<br />
THREE | FIND MY OWN WAY<br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">We don't need anybody when we're down<br />We don't really find it hard to get around<br />We'll find our own way back to town</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">- Lana Del Rey</span><br />
<br />
<br />
I wake up in a puddle of my own sweat for the third time this week. I must be down with the flu or something. I manage to pull my legs to the edge of the bed and struggle with the remaining part of my body. I don't want to move; what's the <em>point </em>anyways?<br />
<br />
As I finally push myself out of bed, I notice that Maggie's bed is empty. She's normally awake and at it before I even finish my dreams but this morning something catches my eye; the old woman's bed is untidy and the blankets seem just thrown about. Maggie never leaves her bed in this state. <br />
<br />
I tiptoe towards the door and peer out, listening for any odd sounds from the hallway or below - but there is nothing. I check in on Phillip and see that he's still as ever, his shiny black hair glued to his forehead with sweat. It's a shame his eyes are closed because he was blessed with the most beautiful blue eyes; the colour of the ocean. I sigh and bow my head. <em>Poor Phillip</em>, I think to myself. <br />
<br />
With that thought in mind, I close the door and make my way down to the main floor. I half-expect to see Maggie resting in the living room, with a generous helping of Mapleroots, the only thing that is still eatable in this God-forsaken wasteland. It's a tedious process to extract the juices from - I guess you could call it a fruit - but Maggie had excelled at it. I also suspect she may be out exploring for hidden treasures, such as canned goods. Those are a gem nowadays. <br />
<br />
Knowing she may be out for a few hours, I decide to tidy up the place before her return. Maggie does alot for us - Phillip and I - and the least I could do is help her with the chores. The cabin is small and we don't do much to dirty it, but soon before long I find myself dusting the place and whistling my favourite Nancy Sinatra song.<br />
<br />
I get lost in the nostalgia and begin to dance while cleaning, even giving in to bursts of laughter here and there. I'm spinning in circles in the living room when a male voice catches me off guard. <br />
<br />
"Who are you?!" <br />
<br />
I stop, search for Elvis, but when my attention rests on the staircase, I realise it isn't he that is talking. It is Phillip. <br />
<br />
"I can't believe you're awake..." A lump forms in my throat and tears well up in my eyes. Phillip hasn't moved a muscle since we found him let alone utter a single word. He looks so distraught, scared. <br />
<br />
"Where are my parents?" His voice is cracked and strained. Regardless, it carries with it a certain worry. I look into into his eyes, blue against blue, and I try to form a smile.<br />
<br />
"Whoa, Phillip! It's okay, let me explain."<br />
<br />
"What is this strange place?" He backs up as I approach, tears forming in those beautiful blue eyes. "Who are you?" Phillip asks again. I know him but he doesn't know me. The feeling is <em>strange</em> and now I understand how Maggie must have felt when she found me, when I awoke to this new world.<br />
<br />
"I don't want to hurt you. Maggie and I found you. There's been a <em>terrible</em> tragedy, Phillip. We're all that remains, and you must<em> trust</em> me." I extend my arms forward in sign of solidarity. He keeps backing up, afraid and skeptical. "Look outside if you want, there is nothing left but fissures and ghostly figures that prey on the livestock."<br />
<br />
Phillip remains still on the third step, his big blue eyes locked on mine. He doesn't look away, doesn't blink. My heart flutters with excitement and fear, as I cannot predict what Phillip will do next. It must be hard for a thirteen year old to process this much information. To come to the conclusion by himself that his entire family has perished. <br />
<br />
"What are you thinking about, Phillip?" I ask, taking a few steps towards the staircase. He keeps his sight on me but doesn't move. I'm only a few years older than him, surely he doesn't feel threatened by me? <br />
<br />
"Is this hell?" <br />
<br />
I can't resist. I rush up the stairs and wrap my arms around him. He buries his head in my embrace and begins to sob. I can't help but to imagine Louis in my arms - my adorable six year old brother. <br />
<br />
The sun sets as Phillip and I cry in the creaking staircase, waiting for Maggie to come back. Eleven's Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06119585871303996057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484365411964157850.post-19620404615321148032013-10-01T17:44:00.000-07:002014-01-13T08:01:49.090-08:00The Rising | Chapter Two<br />
TWO | ELVIS<br />
<br />
Elvis, where are you<br />When I need you most<br />White comp sequin jumpsuit ghost<br />
- Lana Del Rey<br />
<br />
<br />
"Have you lost your mind, child?" Maggie screams, dropping the blankets on the sofa. I've never seen her get so pale so quickly before. She looked stricken with worry. <br />
<br />
"Don't talk down to me like that! I saw some of them down by the mill. They were lurking around the fissures! Humans, Maggie." My eyes open wide, with excitement or fear I do not know. But for the first time in six months, I feel alive. <br />
<br />
The tingling in my body reminds me of summers by the cape and the rush of blood to my head brings back feelings of hope; a feeling I've so desperately searched for since the Great Shake. But again, Maggie seems unconvinced. <br />
<br />
"You were crazy enough to wander off, and crazier still for approaching the fissures. That's where they come out from. Are you trying to get yourself killed, Katherine, because I know -"<br />
<br />
"I am <em>not</em> crazy. I know what I saw. Maggie, please believe me. Please." I cut her off. She despises signs of disrespect and I usually don't display them but I am sure of what I saw. I <em>know</em> I saw humans. I clasp my hands togheter in sign of mercy. I need her to believe me, to validate that there is still life out there, that we're not the only ones left. <br />
<br />
She rests those fading blue eyes on mine and I can't tell if she's glaring at me or pitying me. <br />
<br />
"Katherine, I don't want you out and about, exploring the wasteland anymore. There are things you don't quite understand yet but I can assure you that what you saw at the fissures, those humans, they are not what they seem to be." Maggie finally said. <br />
<br />
She picked up the blankets and continued on as if I had said <em>nothing</em>. She made her way up the stairs and left me in the kitchen. But I couldn't doubt her, though, not after what we've been through.<br />
<br />
Maggie had found me in New-York, even though I was from California. I was pretty roughed up and it took her several months to get me back on my feet. I had and still don't have any memories of the Great Shake. Once I was able to walk, we made our way north - Maggie thought the colder temperatures might mean lesser chances of being surrounded by fissures and eruptions. We found Phillip somewhere in Canada, he was unconscious. We carried him in a stretcher Maggie made with branches and twine. She was handy and I admired her skills and determination to never let go.<br />
<br />
Then we found this place, two months ago. We placed Phillip in the smaller bedroom upstairs and ever since, Maggie has been feeding him liquids and keeping him alive. He hasn't moved, he hasn't spoken, and he probably never will.<br />
<br />
And she was doing that just now, when she left me in the kitchen. Going up the stairs to care for Phillip, while I stayed down here, hopeless. <br />
<br />
"Are you there?" I turn towards the darkened living room.<br />
<br />
He steps out from the shadows of the corner, dressed in his white jumpsuit. He's handsome and his hair is particularly well groomed tonight. <br />
<br />
"I'm always here, Katherine. What's wrong, little one?" Elvis answers, with his comforting, southern charm. <br />
<br />
"I don't <em>know</em> what's wrong. Last night I saw Buffy - <em>well -</em> Sarah Michelle Gellar...anyways, I saw her in the bathroom. She was just looking at me, her head slightly tilted to the left. I thought it was cool seeing you and didn't think much of it, but after seeing her last night i'm starting to wonder..." I look away from Elvis, my voice trailing off, "am I crazy?"<br />
<br />
He chuckles a bit and then answers me. "I've been dead for thirty six years. What do you think, cupcake?"<br />
<br />
Eleven's Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06119585871303996057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484365411964157850.post-25018453698922540772013-09-30T17:08:00.002-07:002014-01-13T08:01:49.097-08:00The Rising | Chapter One<br />
ONE | DARK PARADISE<br /><br />Every time I close my eyes<br />It's like a dark paradise.<br />- Lana Del Rey<br />
<br />
<br />
I only have one cup left to wash and then I am done. I look at the pile of dishes beside me and the floral patterns on them remind me of the past; when all was good and normal. I shake the memories away and return my attention to the porcelain cup Phillip has been drinking out of for the past six months. <br />
<br />
I scrub it clean and then rest it to dry with the other plates and such. I wipe the counters and the table, making sure no crumbs have evaded the cloth. I finish up the rest of the chores under the watchful eye of our only candle and then slowly make my way up the cabin stairs. They creak and groan, which use to tire me, but now I see it as a sure warning in the event that our cabin would be breached.<br />
<br />
A small breeze welcomes me when I step on the landing and I peer inside Phillip's room to see if he is moving, but he isn't. Not yet. Maybe not ever? I try to drown those thoughts but they always seem to resurface every now and again.<br />
<br />
I gently close the door and make my way to Maggie and I's room, which is nestled between the bathroom and the room I just visited. The cabin isn't very big but it has managed to keep us safe and away from them since the Rising began. <br />
<br />
The flame flickers in the breeze as I set the candle on the small crate besides my bed. I'm careful not to wake Maggie - waking her from her sleep has brought many a fights in the mornings, which is something I prefer to avoid. While keeping that fact in mind, I tiptoe towards the window to close it when I feel Maggie's eyes on me. I stop at once, and turn to her. <br />
<br />
"Why do you insist on going to bed so late, Katherine?" Maggie says, pulling herself against the headrest. "I couldn't sleep either, don't worry." She continues, a smile forming on her face. Maggie; with that pretty white hair, those wrinkly eyes, and her fiery temper. An ancient tree with young leafs, my mom would have said. <br />
<br />
The breeze catches me again. I return Maggie's smile and continue towards the window where I close the shutters and lock the cold winds out. The climate has never been the same and as I peer out the window, I can't help but to say the same about the landscape. <br />
<br />
"Where are you, Katherine?" Maggie says, noticing my silence. <br />
<br />
"Back home. With my parents and siblings. We're playing horseshoes in the backyard for Louis' sixth birthday." I don't look away from the window, from the barren view in front of me; the dead trees, cracked earth, and continuous fountains of hot, liquid magma that erupts from it. I prefer to be at home, before the Great Earthquake and the Rising of the ghostly creatures. <br />
<br />
Maggie doesn't understand that. <br />
<br />
"Come to bed, child. It will only give you nightmares to think about that."<br />
<br />
"Yeah, you're right." I sigh and make my way back towards my bed. I blow the candle out and snuggle into my blankets. "I don't know what Phillip and I would do without you, Maggie." <br />
<br />
"You're welcome, sugar. Now get some sleep." <br />
<br />
<br />
***ECHOES OF THE WASTELAND***Eleven's Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06119585871303996057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484365411964157850.post-62011048946988889322013-04-03T09:39:00.000-07:002015-03-27T10:38:20.374-07:00Friday the 13th: The Complete Blog Story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Prologue: <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2011/01/prologue-from-short-story.html">Extinguished</a><br />
One: <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2011/01/chapter-1-from-short-story.html">A Sad Welcoming</a><br />
Two: <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2011/01/chapter-2-from-short-story.html">Travis Who?</a><br />
Three: <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2011/01/chapter-3-of-short-story.html">Dying on the Job</a><br />
Four: <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2011/02/chapter-four-of-short-story.html">Wrong Place at the Wrong Time</a><br />
Five: <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2011/02/chapter-5-in-short-story.html">One by One</a><br />
Six: <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2011/02/chapter-6-from-short-story.html">This Night Sucks</a><br />
Seven: <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2011/02/chapter-7-from-short-story.html">Strip! Strip! Strip!</a><br />
Eight: <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2011/02/chapter-8-from-short-story.html">Kill Her, Jason</a><br />
Nine: <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2011/03/chapter-9-from-short-story.html">Rid Me of this Sinner</a><br />
Ten: <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2011/03/chapter-10-from-short-story.html">Into the Corner</a><br />
Eleven: <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2011/03/chapter-11-from-short-story.html">The Name is Jason</a><br />
Twelve:<a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2011/04/chapter-12-from-short-story.html"> I'm Fighting for All of You</a><br />
Thirteen: <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2011/04/chapter-13-from-short-story.html">Rot in Hell</a><br />
Epilogue: <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2011/04/epilogue-of-short-story.html">He'll Haunt me Forever</a><br />
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<li><a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2011/03/friday-13th-inspiration-behind-story.html">The Inspiration Behind the Story</a></li>
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THE INFECTED: BLOG STORY<br />
PART II<br />
FOGO ISLAND<br />
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Charlotte Olsen<br />
Malory Drake<br />
Felix Holloway<br />
Connor Mackay<br />
Leila Crestfield<br />
Greta Price<br />
Malik Chatterjee<br />
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1. <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2012/04/infected-fogo-island-1.html">Piecing the Puzzle</a><br />
2. <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2012/04/infected-fogo-island-2.html">Across the Sea</a><br />
3. <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2012/04/infected-fogo-island-3.html">Inside the Boat</a><br />
4. <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2012/05/infected-fogo-island-4.html">Another Girl Lost</a><br />
5. <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2012/05/infected-fogo-island-5.html">Point the Finger</a><br />
6. <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2012/05/infected-fogo-island-6.html">A Genuine Smile</a><br />
7. <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2012/05/infected-fogo-island-7.html">Peas and Pods</a><br />
8. <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2012/06/infected-fogo-island-8.html">We Become Three</a><br />
9. <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2012/06/infected-fogo-island-9.html">Something About Greta</a><br />
10. <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2012/06/infected-fogo-island-10.html">Prisoners of War</a><br />
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<strong>What Happened To Greta Price</strong><br />
Part 1: <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2012/07/infected-what-happened-to-greta-price-1.html">Q&A</a><br />
Part 2: <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2012/07/infected-what-happened-to-greta-price-2.html">Filling the Gap</a><br />
Part 3: <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2012/07/the-infected-what-happened-to-greta.html">Island-bound for Eternity</a> <br />
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11. <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2012/07/the-infected-fogo-island-11.html">Leave No Prisoners</a><br />
12. <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2012/08/the-infected-fogo-island-12.html">Web of Lies</a><br />
13. <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2012/08/the-infected-fogo-island-13.html">It's Been Awhile</a><br />
14. <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2012/09/the-infected-fogo-island-14.html"> Campfire Confessions</a><br />
15. <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2012/10/the-infected-fogo-island-15.html">Digging Deeper Down</a><br />
16. <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2012/11/the-infected-fogo-island-16.html">Voice of the Past</a><br />
17. <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2012/11/the-infected-fogo-island-17.html">Killing Bastards Again</a><br />
18. <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2012/12/the-infected-fogo-island-18.html">Decisions Are Made</a><br />
19. <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2013/02/the-infected-fogo-island-19.html">Mother and Daughter</a><br />
20. <a href="http://elevensink.blogspot.ca/2013/04/the-infected-leaving-fogo-island-20.html">Leaving Fogo Island</a><br />
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<strong>I have already begun fleshing out the details for part 3 and you all should be reading the first chapter of The Infected: Tokyo Kin very shortly! <br />Enjoy the read!</strong><br />
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<br />Eleven's Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06119585871303996057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484365411964157850.post-62163503751589998312013-04-02T07:26:00.000-07:002013-04-08T16:46:24.580-07:00The Infected: Leaving Fogo Island (20)<br />
twenty: leaving fogo island<br />
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"He's been searching for me ever since I left Tokyo, Charlotte. He's unstable and dangerous." My mother tells me matter-of-factly, as she leads me out of the cabin and into a veritable war zone. Guns fire every which way, people are screaming and pleading for mercy while I hear engines roar off near the shoreline. <br />
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"Where are we going? I can't leave Felix, mom!" I yell above the gunfire, unable to see in front of me. I grab onto my mom's hand and follow her through the smoke. <br />
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"He's already at the docks, Charlotte! DUCK!" <br />
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My mom shoves me to the ground and my forearm is split open by broken glass that litters the forest floor. It stings me bad and soon I feel a burning sensation coarsing through my arm. <br />
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"MOM!!"<br />
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I get on all fours, trying to breathe below the smoke clouds. I see feet running by and people dropping to the ground with open, still eyes. <br />
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"MOM!!" I shout again, focusing on the people rushing by me. I suddenly feel someone grab me by my wounded arm and pull me. The pain is unbearable and I almost pass out. <br />
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"Don't fall asleep, Charlie! Hurry!!" The male voice orders me, compells me to fight. <br />
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The man leads me through the smoke as branches whip me across the face. We're going through the forest. Away from the shoreline, away from Felix.<br />
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"No... no going...wrong way." My head lolls back and I can feel warm liquids rushing up my throat. The man who's carrying me doesn't respond; we just keep moving further into the forest, away from the man I love. The father of my child, the one who got me through this all. I gather my strenghts and push myself away from the man. <br />
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I fall back onto the forest floor, both my arm and my leg sending shocks of pain throughout my body. <br />
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"Charlie!!" I hear someone scream my name from a distance. I open my eyes as wide as I can and notice that the man who was taking me away was my father. In the flesh. <br />
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"Dad..?"<br />
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The other voice finally comes closer and I spot my mother emerging from a cluster of pine trees. She's not alone either as she is quickly followed by aunt Lucy and the good doctor, standing tall behind the two short women. <br />
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"Leave her alone, Charles. She's coming with us." My mother says with authority. She kneels down beside me and asks me if i'm alright. I simply nod. <br />
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"Oh Sarabeth, always assuming you have control. You think you, that bitch, and the dirty Paki can stop me? You underestimate me again." My dad answers back. I'm still in the middle, still invisible to them. What a fool I was to believe my mom actually cared. They're still so busy fighting their egos.<br />
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My mom rubs my back and gets back up, her pistol aimed high in front of her. Aimed at my father. As much as my mother has changed, my father has remained the same. Standing there in the snow with his full suit and his proud grin; displaying the most class and charm I've ever witnessed.<br />
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"I should have done this years ago, Charles. You don't care about Charlotte, you only care about what is inside her. What it can be used for. She doesn't know everything but she will soon."<br />
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My mother flips the safety and holds the gun tighter. She looks down at me. "Block your ears, baby." She says with tears in her eyes. "You've done enough harm, Charles." <br />
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I shut my eyes tight just as the gun goes off. I scream and even years from now I will remember the feeling that tugged at my heart. I hear my dad slump to the forest floor and felt hands grabbing me and lifting me to my feet. But I don't remember being brought to the submarine that awaited us, nor seeing the dozens of dead corpses lining the shoreline. I scream and scream. All I do is that. I've lost it.<br />
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My body is broken. My mind is broken. All I do is scream. Fogo Island was suppose to be our haven. Felix and I were suppose to be togheter forever here. Oh Felix, when will I see him again. Oh Felix.<br />
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(to be continued)<br />
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nineteen: mother and daughter<br />
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It's been a few hours since Aunt Lucy left with the armed man. She had been so nice and genuinely caring, yet she gave the order to terminate my pregnancy like she was ordering a value meal. No second thought. <br />
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Dr. Chatterjee had tried to calm me down. Told me it was for my own good. <em>For the greater good</em>, he had said. It left me wondering what exactly was wrong with my child. If it was still alive. I haven't felt it kick in awhile and even now when my adrenaline rushed, still I felt nothing stirring. I'm alone, contemplating these thoughts over when a soft knock comes at the door. I half-expect the good doctor to walk in with some form of medieval abortion contraption. <br />
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I turn over just as my mother walks inside the cabin and closes the door shut behind her. She hadn't changed. Still stiff and punctuated in her movements, not a graceful bone in her body. She turns and realise I am not sleeping, that I am looking right at her.<br />
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"Charlotte..." her hand slides in front of her mouth as tears find a nest in the crease of her eyes. She comes towards me but I protest. <br />
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"Don't...don't come near me." <br />
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"Charlotte..." She stutters, "I'm your mother." She sits down on the swivelling chair that the good doctor uses. I'm surprised that she cut her hair short. Just like I did.<br />
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"I'm just...Mom..." I break down. I don't know why but everything I held in for the past months finally come rushing out. And unlike before, my mother actually comes to comfort me. Wraps her arms around me and tells me everything will be okay. And I believe her. I'm warm in her presence and I finally feel safe. I never felt safe in her arms, never felt loved. <br />
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"There's so much I have to tell you, Charlotte." My mother whispers in my ear. I can't let her go. I hold on tighter.<br />
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"I'm so scared. Tell me..." I hold back the tears, at least long enough for me to ask, "...tell me you didn't really do this, mom. Tell me, please!"<br />
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She gently pushes away, keeps me at arms lenght. Her beautiful blue eyes lay down on mine. "I never wanted this to happen, Charlotte. You have to believe me."<br />
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"But did you do it?" I manage to ask through sobs. <br />
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She takes a deep breath. Never in my life had my mother and I have such a serious discussion. She would ignore me, belittle me, and compare me to the <em>perfect</em> neighbours. She seemed so different now.<br />
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"Your father and I were involved in the creation of a powerful weapon, the Tip-Shiziku virus. We were working with the Ministry of Defense, particularly with Robert Scott. Several years ago, before you were born, something fell in the northern valleys of Guam." My mother takes a breath. I can see she is nervous, a tangible tension begins to hover. "We didn't know what it was at first. Governments were trying to harnest it, companies trying to process it. Everyone wanted a piece of this new arrival. Your father and I were sent to investigate the possibilities of extracting source material from the fallen object. We were on the verge of discovery, Charlotte." She says that to re-assure me, she sees the mistrust in my eyes. The fear.<br />
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"What we found changed the course of history. What came out of that...meteorite or whatever...what came out of it attacked us. It happened so quickly but whatever it was, it wasn't human. We contained it, tested it, probed it. What we didn't do was quarantine the site. Within days the village was sick. The elderly and children went first. Then gradually everyone but the scientists perished."<br />
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She takes a break, gets up from the bed and walks towards the window where she lingers for a few minutes. I've never seen my mother in such a state of reflection before.<br />
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"The people didn't stay sick." She turns to face me, her hand formed a fist and it was clenched near her heart. "They came back from the dead. That's when your father realised the importance of that living tissue. The importance of having it in US hands -"<br />
My mother was cutoff by aunt Lucy, who had just entered the cabin. Blood streaked her clothing.<br />
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"Sarabeth, they've knocked down the pillars. They're about to come in."<br />
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"Start up the engine and get the kids. We leave in 5." My mother's eyes shine bright like fire. Aunt Lucy nods in acknowledgement and then runs out of the cabin. My mother turns to face me.<br />
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"We'll have to continue this later. Looks like we've got company."<br />
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"Why...why are you guys running away from the dead?" I ask, confused and left wondering. I'm tired and exhausted and can't think straight. The last I heard, aunt Lucy was going out with armed men to fight off the walking dead. I hadn't thought of another scenario.<br />
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"It's not the dead," My mother answers, cocking her handgun. She looked so fierce. "We're running away from your father."<br />
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My heart tugs inside my chest as my eyes widened with concern. <br />
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"...Dad?"<br />
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