Posts Tagged ‘ literature ’

30 Day Challenge: Day 3

Day three calls for A Book I Love.

A hard one for me, since I love many books, but one that I seem to adore more than most is…

This book has to be one of the best books that I have ever read page by page. In fact it may be the best book of the entire 17th Century as a landmark of true gothic literature.
The story starts off with Robert Walton, the captain of a ship who’s voyage is to reach the North Pole, writes in letters to his sister that during his travels he found a Victor Frankenstein who was in pursuit of another man of much larger stature seen by the crew earlier during the day. After rescuing the partially frozen doctor, he begins to tell Robert his life story which has led him to this point.

Being involved in the studies of natural sciences during his adolescence he quickly develops the obsession of wanting to  imbue inanimate bodies with life, entering the University of Ingolstadt to further investigate the secret technique. He imagines his creation of reanimated body parts to be beautiful and a gift to science, but instead it turns out hideous in his eyes and becomes repulsed in its awakening. The monster flees, leaving Victor to travel back to his home where he finds his brother William killed by the rogue creation’s hands. From that point Victor must find the monster and not only stop it from killing again, but to erase it from the existence he granted unto it.

Horror, Science Fiction, Suspense, and even Romance are stitched (pun unintended) together to create a compelling and magnificent novel. The favorite thing about this book is the true demeanor of the “monster” which is described as a sensitive, emotional creature who only seeks to share his life with another being like himself. The story portrays him as intelligent and literate after observing people and reading books in the reclusive time of his escape from humanity. In many ways the creation was seen as more human than Dr. Frankenstein himself and those who feared and judged him for his appearance. In his attempt to rescue a small girl from a river he is shot down by a witness, becoming enraged with grief and despair to the point he vows revenge for being brought into the world.

I must give this a 5-star; a 10-out-of-10 rating for such a work of literary genius.

Into The Past: More Lost Files

Long ago I wrote a short passage that helped create the vast universe that became the Bion book series (which you may or may not know). It dealt with the story of Alma, a young man who was left for dead and taken in by a society made up of refugees called The Wicked. He must then learn of the ultimate truth of the war when he turns into the very thing that is feared against.

It can be read here: The Wicked

It may be short (If you consider 5,600 words short…), but it will eventually be updated sooner or later after I get more written in the first book of the series. For now, enjoy a short excerpt.

The crossing of our fingers was insignificant to our hopes and without warning a deafening blast shook the structure, prompting a group of solders to dash into the conflict. I heaved an Arch Shield onto my back and followed the rest. Not even three seconds of being exposed and bolts of plasma that flew by seared my skin, I paused to drive the Arch Shield into the ground and activate it. These were one of the most valuable devices that we had in our possession as it provided transportable cover in any situation, it was created with the same material as Interplanetary Transport Cruisers–a electromagnetically charged metal that generated a plasma window–absorbing any blasts it’s hit with.
This was far from my first time in battle and I was far from what anyone would call a hardened solder, but I knew how to fight which I saw to be sufficient. Jumping from cover to cover , small bursts of plasma ejected from my firearm and happened to land on a few Technion units within my sight. Kirk noticed my progress and to my judgement seemed impressed, until he bestowed an expression that I interpreted as his way of saying that he wasn’t impressed. He then continued to step out of cover and pull out a sword, running toward the barrage of Technions. A bright blue glow emitted along the center of the blade before slicing into the mass of machines.
I recognized it as an Avian-class Jet Blade, a weapon that was only issued to the highest and most honorable fighter pilots in the Avios Air Force. Clearly there was more to Kirk’s past than anyone knew and he was keeping it a secret. In moments the Technions at our stationed area had either retreated or eaten plasma, orders were given afterwards to help flank another group who was attempting to break into the shelter. A few grenades were thrown into the crowd which engulfed almost half of their numbers. However it did little to decrease their strength and the remaining machines split formations and shot at our troop from all sides.

Time for Virtual Party Hats V5; One Lovely Blog Nomination!

Here we are once again to celebrate the greatest moments of my blog’s history; looking back at all the tears, blood, sweet, and Bengay used to craft such a blog of incredulousness. This time the party welcomes the news of its second award from another blog, My Two Caps. The blog carries a lot of great posts pertaining to the vast realm of virtual reality and the geekhood we so proudly engage in.
I sincerely thank you for such an honor and since the nomination was granted due to the earlier posts I made about gaming, Better With A Pen shall continue on with the game related news, reviews, and sneak peeks. The news shall also continue on the brother site Gaming The Systems, so don’t fret my dears.

One Lovely Blog Award

In part of accepting such award there are some rules that follow:

  • Thank the person who nominated you and link back to them in your post.
  • Share 7 things about yourself. (Keep in mind that children may read this)
  • Nominate 15 bloggers you absolutely relish.
  • Leave a comment on each of these blogs letting them know they’ve been nominated.

So now that the rules are acknowledged, I must acknowledge them myself. 7 little known facts:

  1. I have written an entire novel in my youth, deciding that it would serve a greater purpose as kindling than a readable piece of material.
  2. I’m very outspoken and I don’t let anything stop me from speaking my mind, which gives others the impression that I am an insensitive pompous jerk.
  3. I like to reenact Brian Regan’s standup routines, having the uncanny ability to replicate his voice. (As much as someone doesn’t like it…)
  4. I have never been able to successfully write a poem, as each 15-word heartfelt letter becomes a 15-page heartfelt letter.
  5. I dress like a hipster, but remain classy and suave.
  6. I’m crazily, insanely in love with someone right now, so I thought I should tell the world.
  7. I still enjoy drawing my StickMan Adventures comic series I began in my year at Puerto Rico. It now happens to be on it’s 10th season.

Now here are the 15 blogs that I would like to nominate for this meritorious award:

So, go on to check these great blogs out. Maybe even read a bit. It’s healthy.
Let the party commence!

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Internet Friends: Chapter One

The faint sound of multiple clicks echoed throughout the small enclosed room, lit only by the screen of a computer monitor. The pair of eyes from a young man followed every movement that was displayed and hardly took the time to attentively notice his surroundings, which housed a strange figure lurking in the darkness. It only took a few minutes to find what the young man was searching for on the internet, grabbing a notebook and jotted down a few words. His head moved back and forth while copying every character on the screen as the dark figure moved close and closer towards the distracted boy.
The characters began to form a large paragraph and then a full page in a short timeframe; it was to his knowledge that the information he was in the process of recording was urgent and severely confidential, something that others would kill to know.
“I found it. Now everyone will know the truth behind this world.” The boy said enthusiastically. Suddenly the dark figure slammed the boy’s head against the table, leaving an imprint of a grid across his face. The boy was momentarily discombobulated, but as soon as his awareness emerged the figure slammed his head again. The boy swung his arm, trying to grab a hold of whoever it was then pushed his chair back. The figure fell backwards which gave the boy enough time to snatch the notebook and run out of the room.

“The boy is out! the boy is out!” The figure yelled into an in-ear receiver. He ran toward the escapee while managing to hurdle over several items that were thrown in the way. The boy opened the door and hid into the large bush that surrounded the side of the building, hoping that the perpetrators would lose him. The figure that exited the building turned into a man in a black bodysuit and greyish armor that was moulded to fit his form. He surveyed the surroundings, waiting for any movement that could identify the target’s location.

“The notebook Mr. Lancing, is vital to the survival of not only your life, but the rest of humanity’s.” Said the man as he circled the front lawn. “You know now, you know of the secret, but some secrets are meant to be kept from the knowledge of petty beings such as you. Any alteration in this world can potentially change everything, for what you know on the other hand, can destroy everyone.”
The boy tried the hardest to keep from giving himself away, holding his breath every time the man approached, but regardless of his determination, he let the notebook slip from his arm. The man paused and turned around to see it’s blue cover on the ground.
“Hmmm…so Mr. Lancing, you decided that you should give up. Good choice.”
The boy shot from the bush and snatched the notebook, running into the alley behind a string of houses.
“Gatherer five-one-five-two, you have clearance to delete.” The man said into the earpiece.
The order was carried out instantly and as the boy disappeared from the perpetrators, he vanished into nothing. Notebook and all.

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The popping sound of a received notification prompted AJ to pull his phone from his front pocket. Friends on the social network decided it would be entertaining to begin a rant on how the political standing of the running candidates for president was unfair and an economic trap for the population. He ignored and brought his attention back to his girlfriend.
“It’s Frank and Gene again, isn’t it?”
“Don’t worry about it Kathy. It keeps my profile alive.” AJ chuckled.
“I can hack into their profiles, potentially prevent anymore activity, and shut them up for as long as needed.”
AJ threw a concerned look at her. “No. That wont be necessary honey. ”
Kathy was the technical witch who spent her time with computers while being a girly girl at the same time. She had the nerdiness that only emerged in the most unpredictable moments, surprising anyone on the room who believed her to be whatever came to mind from her appearance. AJ on the other hand was a slight degree off of a jock, but had the caring love for Kathy that a typical stereotype would lack; sports, martial arts, and partying were a part of his repertoire. Kathy chose nine times out of ten to stay indoors and watch intellectually stimulating movies and fix file systems for operating platforms. Regardless she still enjoyed hanging out with friends and matching to AJ’s adventurous antics.

“We should do something today. Anything that we havent done before? AJ said with a curious mind.
Kathy thought for a second and responded rather cautiously. “Well, there is one…”
“Like?”
“We could visit that weird house down the block. I was told it’s vacant and that it holds the spirit of a madman. Perfect opportunity to test that EMF reader.” Kathy said with a gleaming smile.
AJ couldn’t resist and kissed her multiple times. “To the haunted house it is.”

The building reminded AJ of the cliché houses used in horror shows and books with the overgrown vines scaling the side of the walls, dusty windows that acted as drawing palets for smiley faces and clean me messages, peeling paint, and the slightly opened door that told countless stories of people who ran out in fear of what was manifested before them.
“Are you sure this is safe hun?”
Kathy nodded naively. “I don’t see why it wouldn’t. You seem scared.” She teased.
“Scared? No…just…”
“Uh-huh.” Kathy laughed.
The House *Google images
The two walked in slowly, cautiously navigating in prevention from injury and other hazards. The place reeked of rotting wood and for all they knew perhaps mold. Kathy activated the EMF reader and flipped two antennas from it’s side. The beeping of the device showed signs of an immediate presence, forcing the couple to glance at each other in surprise and continued to venture on with a heightened sence of excitement. It was only a few minutes into the investigation that the short pauses of beeping turned into long stretches of irritating sound, the temperature gauge read a chilling 69 degrees and the hair on their bodies stood up like trees.
“So much activity. This is amazing.” Kathy said enthusiastically.
“Oh yeah. Way too much activity.” AJ said with a shaky voice. He felt as if he was succumbing to the intimidation of what ever entity was present, he almost wanted to leave, but there were things that made him want to venture on and explore deeper. They reached what they guessed to be the living room, an area with furniture covered in white sheets. The curtains let rays of sunlight through the multiple holes made by moths and other pests, it landed on broken pictures of an old man in a top hat. Others were of a family of seven, with the same man prominently shown in each.
“That must be the guy that they say died here.” AJ reconfimed.
“Wasn’t it…Leeroy?” Kathy asked, trying her best to recollect the old stories of the place.
“The best way to figure it out is to look in that bookshelf. Maybe there’s something in there.”
A few more steps into the depths of the room uncovered a weak spot in the foundation, sending Kathy into the darkness of the basement. AJ screamed and launched himself forward to catch her, but it only collapsed the floor wider allowing him to fall on top of the soft wood and his girlfriend. They grunted in pain as they sat up, looking above in a bewildered manner.

“What the hell?” Kathy said.
“Damn that hurt.”
Kathy slapped AJ in the arm in response to the curse word. He had a extreme habit of practicing the language which she hated more than anything.
“Oww. Yikes, as if falling ten feet wasn’t enough.”
“I don’t like that. I don’t like this either, but I’d rather be stuck down here.”
The gaping hole that seemed like the new sky taunted the two maliciously. “We need to figure out how to get back up there, it’s pitch black in here.” AJ said as he lit the screen on his cell phone. The area that was visible by the light showed several large monitor screens and deactivated computers. Cobwebs and vines joined in a biomechanical ensemble which gave the feel of being transported hundreds of years into the future.
“Kathy, you need to see this.”
She grabbed her phone and serveyed the same area as AJ. “This is amazing. I don’t even recognize those models.” Kathy aproached the gigantic towers and screens, adoring the discovery as if she had found lost treasure. “These are definitley more advanced than what I’ve toyed with before.”
“What do you mean? It looks like it’s been here for decades honey.”
Kathy swipped the dust from the top of the tower and searched for a power button. “These are definitely new. Odd.” The search ended when a small circle was pressed in, initiating the whirring sound of a fan. Suddenly lines of white light traveled from the tower to the middle of the floor where it spread throughout the rest of the room and reaching the other towers. The screens displayed an eerie “hello” and showed windows of active cameras that were placed around the city.
“What the hell did we do?” AJ said slightly nervous.
“I don’t know, but whoever this person was liked to watch you sleep.”
AJ ran up to the screen Kathy stared at in awe. His bed with the blue sheets in disarray matched the current state he last remembered it to be in. “This is real time. I’ve been spied on.”
“But for how long? And why you?”
AJ and Kathy couldn’t seem to wrap their heads around the newly unearthed concept that the privacy of their lives had been compromised. They discussed an authoritative to tell police, but Kathy’s curiosity kept the investigation alive.
“We shouldn’t tell anyone untill we know what we’re up against.”
“What if it’s too much for us to handle. We could end up in danger and I don’t want that for you.”
“Come on, we’ve been so wasted our brains have a dependency on beer. This couldn’t be nearly as dangerous.” Kathy said as she picked up a note from the desk. It read,

To whom ever finds this room again;
I have recorded vital information that will lead the rebellion back to the Citidel.
The Interweb Reformery will never be the same and the world as we know it is in danger.
Everyone could die. I feel my end coming the longer I present the evidence that this world is more fantasy than reality. 
A fabrication. But we need this, to restore the world to it’s old soil is necessary for the longevity of mandkind.
Please. Save us.

AJ and Kathy stared at the note in horror and shock. She lowered the small peice of paper and dropped it back onto the dust ridden table. “Open mouth. Insert foot.”

The World of Wizardry

Hogwarts Coat of Arms *Wikipedia

I remember as clear as day (if lacking fog, clouds…you get the picture) being 5 years old when I took a trip to the mall with my parents. My mother who read occasionally walked into Borders with me by her side, skimming through the seemingly endless selection of books, comics, and graphic novels. Then something caught my eye; and endcap with the cardboard cutout of a small boy with glasses and a scar on his forehead, pointing a finely crafted stick toward the ceiling. It read Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone above the shelf which held only two copies. I had never heard about it untill then and my intrigue at such a young age persisted my parents to buy the $11 brick of glued-together pieces of paper.

I was never so excited walking out of a mall in my life. I flipped to the first page and read probably the most captivating story of my era. You couldn’t measure how much it sparked the imagination in me, and even to this day I still have the same feeling as I did almost 15 years ago. The Harry Potter series was a special thing, written by someone who was struggling to make it to the next day when the character popped into her head out of nowhere.

It took the world by storm and kids (such as myself) wanted to be the next Harry Potter, dressing up in memorabilia and changing our prescription glasses to a thicker, more round frame.  The magic died unfortunately only to be survived by a number of devoted fans. Now people flock to stores for Twilight, a book about a disco ball falling in love with a melodramatic girl who has the hots for an oversized dog.
(Now don’t take that in the wrong way Stephenie Meyer, I have respect for you in being an author and I enjoyed The Host.)

This is what happens every time someone says that Twilight is better than Harry Potter.

Harry Potter was filled with adventure, mystery, humor, thrills, and sometimes romance. It was a story of a boy coming of age to face a fate that was set for him before he was born. The characters felt real and relatable and if they were killed you felt like you lost a very good friend of yours. The books were nothing less than amazing and the chance that a new series that will captivate the world as much as Harry did, is against the odds.

Invaluable Wisdom for the Twain in Each of Us

I was skimming through the net one day and found a great blog by the name of PLoS Blogs that revolves around science studies and biological research. With a little bit of digging around I was able to uncover a post by writer Steve Silberman speaking of helpful tips when it comes to writing a book. The tips written come from a number of different writers of different genres and the collaborative work put into it truly gives us a glimpse in the process it takes to create a compelling world for others to read.

*Since my outdated browser at work lacks the ability to share it through WordPress I have provided a link for all to read.

Practical Tips on Writing a Book from 23 Brilliant Authors

One of the most striking tips that I read was from Josh Shenk who said;

  • “Get through a draft as quickly as possible. Hard to know the shape of the thing until you have a draft. Literally, when I wrote the last page of my first draft of Lincoln’s Melancholy I thought, Oh, shit, now I get the shape of this. But I had wasted years, literally years, writing and re-writing the first third to first half. The old writer’s rule applies: Have the courage to write badly.”

We have to write, regardless of how bad we think it is, just write. Before we know it we’ll be done with the first draft and tons of pressure will slide off. Looks like I’ll have to kick my motor into high gear and get to pen-pushing.

The Beginning of Global Contingency

“It has always been my practice to cast a long paragraph in a single mould, to try it by my ear, to deposit it in my memory, but to suspend the action of the pen till I had given the last polish to my work.”
   -Edward Gibbon

The Official Logo

Thanks to a good friend of mine (who just happens to be a graphic designer) BWaP was given a new face, a nice little logo that has found a home on its Facebook page. Surprisingly, this blog has become a center of all my productivity and has reached more publicity than my first novel.

Of course, I never really told anyone about it…

Besides the point, I have taken quite a fancy to writing as I appear to be more dedicated to the art than before and my friends have noticed that my skill with a ball-point pen (and fancy keyboard) has become increasingly better. I feel it’s only a matter of time before the blog will launch from WordPress and find its own domain on the web (if my bank account allows.)