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Scribble Sunday – “Static”

Continuation of last week.

Static

The machines were talking to me again. Hooked up to them, I couldn’t get away. Instead, I curled into a ball on the hospital table and closed my eyes tightly, imagining my normal life from before the fire. I was alone in the room, but the doors were not as thick as the staff thought.

“…the trauma awakened some mutation in her genome,” some doctor was telling the Fosters outside of the exam room. “I have a theory that many genomes have the ability to be mutated, granting people with extraordinary talents, such as Ms. Parker’s ability to hear electronics.”

“How did the trauma of a fire mutate her?” Mr. Foster asked.

“The fire was started from the lightning storm that night,” the doctor said. “Perhaps the electricity is what links Ms. Parker to the electronics, not the fire.”

“How can we help her?” Mrs. Foster asked.

“I don’t believe there is a cure,” the doctor said. “It’s quite a scientific breakthrough, actually. Imagine others with the ability to communicate with electronics. We could send robots to join the army with soldiers controlling them from a safe point–”

“We’re talking about a young girl, not a robot,” Mrs. Foster interrupted. “She just lost her parents–”

“Yes, yes, I apologize.” The doctor’s tone didn’t sound that sorry. “You may be doing all you can to help her now. Giving her a roof over her head, people she can rely on…”

But they’re not my family.

“…However, we would like you to continue bringing her here for testing,” the doctor continued. “We’ll do our best to find a way to alleviate these… uncomfortable sensations that she’s going through, perhaps learn more about it.”

“What about school?” Mr. Foster asked. “We’re still giving her some time off, but eventually she will have to go back. Will she be safe enough to continue at the high school?”

“That is to be determined, unfortunately,” the doctor said. “She’ll have to practice shutting out the electronics in order to function properly.”

Never thought I would want to go back to school, but if it meant getting rid of this damned mutation, then I’d do anything.

“Any suggestions on how she should practice?” Mrs. Foster asked.

The doctor paused before saying, “Just try to ignore them? Meditate? I’m sorry, but this is new to us as well.”

Thanks for nothing, Doc.

The door swung open again and I looked up at Mrs. Foster’s smiling face. I sat up without a word and let her pat my shoulder, resting her hand there while guiding me out of the hospital. My head was low, avoiding the other patrons of the place as we left.

Willow greeted me with homework once we returned to their house.

“I told the teachers you really weren’t up for it,” she said, “but they insisted that I bring this to you so you won’t fall too far behind. Mrs. Davis was pretty nice about it, actually, she said if you could just skim over this stuff, maybe read a bit of A Tale of Two Cities if you’re bored, then that’d be great. If not, don’t worry about it, she’ll get you caught up whenever you get back to school.”

“Thanks,” I said, and abandoned the pile of homework beside my desk and flopped onto my bed.

The mattress dipped down as Willow took a seat. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit,” I said. I rolled over to look at her. “It’s just… It’s all so weird. At first, being back here, it was like the sleepovers we used to have during middle school. Now, though…” Hot tears prickled at the corner of my eyes. “I’ll never see them again… God, Will, my parents are–!”

My words crumbled with the hiccups and ragged breaths I took while trying to control my crying. Willow moved around the bed, coming closer.

“I’m sorry, Si,” she murmured. “I know that we can’t replace your family… but we’re here for you. You are one of us, okay? We won’t let you go–”

Willow’s hands touched my shoulders and she screamed. I shrieked as static sizzled between my friend and I, and she collapsed off of the bed, electricity dancing in her thick hair.

“What happened—Willow?” Basil was suddenly there, kneeling down by his baby sister. He looked up at me.

“I don’t know!” I had retreated to the very corner of my room, my face soaked with tears. “I don’t know, she tried to put her arm around me, and there was lightning, and I didn’t mean to…!”

My babbling became incoherent as their parents came into the room, and we rushed to the hospital for the second time that day.

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Posted by on June 25, 2017 in Scribbles

 

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Book to Movie Wish List

Alright, so the most if not all readers claim that the book is always better than the movie. However, there’s just something magical about seeing your favorite characters come to life on the big screen, about seeing the settings, hearing the lines, experiencing the story in an entirely new medium (if the movie is done well, of course).

Down below are a few books that I totally wouldn’t mind sitting in a dark theater for a few good hours to watch them on the big screen:

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Is anyone surprised to see this on the list? With the special effects capabilities that we have nowadays, I would love to see the magic from this special circus light up the movie theaters. The timeline that’s portrayed in the book may be a little tricky to keep up with, especially if one hasn’t read the book, but I’m certain the past and future parts of the story can be pulled off somehow.

23437156Six of Crows

A story with unique magic thrown into a wild adventure with a diverse bunch of young adults… Sign me up. The impossible risks these characters take in order to achieve their goals just for the chance at better lives had kept me hooked until I turned the very last page. With the right cast and director, this book may be a fantastic adventure movie.

20727654The Paper Magician

This was one of the most recent books I read, and I enjoyed the story and characters. The different types of magic were whimsical and interesting, considering they initially didn’t seem to be strong enough to help the protagonist achieve her goals in saving her mentor. It’s the type of imaginative fantasy that will bring in anyone who wants to go on an adventure amid dreams, hopes, and even doubts that need to be overcome.

41cx8my2unl-_sx324_bo1204203200_Fahrenheit 451

This book was one of the better books on my summer reading list way back when I was still in school. Dealing with censorship and the need to protect free speech, thought, and imagination, it’s an important book dealing with an important and tough subject. It’d be strikingly visual with the burning scenes and could be an emotional roller coaster for those who like to bring tissues to the movie theaters. (Edit: Apparently this was already made into a movie! Thanks Jen!)

51y2zuflwwl-_sx346_bo1204203200_Tuesdays with Morrie

This movie would definitely be a tearjerker. A memoir for a beloved teacher that taught about life as he struggled with his terminal illness, this movie would have all the gorgeous string music to accompany the narrator’s memories of his teacher while the audience cries. It would be a thought-provoking story with the accompanying visuals to really hammer the lessons in the minds of the viewers.

 
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Posted by on June 19, 2017 in Home

 

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Sunday Scribble – “Pancakes”

Pancakes

The scent of cinnamon-sprinkled apple pancakes awakened my nose and made me feel almost at home again.

This would never be home. Sure, the bed was comfortable, the sheets clean and soft, and they had given me the room with the view of the gorgeous woodlands behind the mansion, but I would never be able to think of this place as home.

A soft knock rattled my door. “Sierra, are you awake?”

I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “Yeah. G’morning, Mrs. Foster.”

“I hope you had a good rest,” the woman said. “Breakfast is on the table whenever you are ready to come down.”

“Thank you,” I said, and didn’t move until her footsteps disappeared.

I took a deep breath and swung my legs over the bed, my feet landing in the plush rug. The sun was beginning to rise and I moved like an automated robot throughout my morning routine. It was strange, of course. I had new clothes and supplies since my house had burned down with the rest of my family.

At least, that was the story everyone was telling me. I don’t really remember much at all from that night. All I recalled was waking up in some sort of hospital room to the astonishment of the doctors that had been running tests on me. They had asked me the usual questions, how was I feeling, did anything hurt, that sort of thing, and I mentioned how loudly they had been talking. The three doctors had exchanged puzzled glances before one confessed that they hadn’t been talking at all right before I woke up.

“Perhaps it was a dream,” one had said.

Perhaps it was me, a voice had responded. None of the doctors had heard it, and I shook my head, trying to dislodge the ghostly voice.

It didn’t work.

I apologize, the voice had said, then rambled about the test results and what was going on with my body. It took a bit of time before I realized that it had been the heart monitor talking to me.

A machine. There had been a machine’s voice in my head, and it was totally unfazed that I was freaking out about it. I may have babbled to the doctors about it, but I got shushed in response.

“It’s okay,” one of them had said. “You’re safe here. Everything will be alright–”

“What happened?” I snapped. “Why am I here?”

They paused, a heavy pause, and no one spoke until I started writhing through the wires that were hooked up to me.

“There was an accident,” the doctor said, and that was how I was told my family was dead.

A fire had blazed through my house, and I was the sole survivor. I think I remember my father getting me out before returning to the house for my mother. Smoke inhalation had been my father’s killer. I was told Mom hadn’t even made it outside of the house.

You will be late for breakfast.

I winced at the voice. “Be quiet…”

Breakfast will be cold.

“Shut up.”

Do not be late—

“Stop talking to me!” The alarm clock fell from the nightstand with a clatter from the pillow I chucked.

“Sierra?” A firmer knock sounded on the door.

“I’m fine,” I said, trying to hide my heaving.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I said, clutching the edge of my bed to help myself stand back up and ignoring the fact that I couldn’t remember falling to my knees. “I’ll be down in a few minutes, Basil.”

I heard him sigh. “Okay. See you in a few.”

I’m sure he’d come back for me if I didn’t show up, and that was the only reason why I composed myself enough in order to keep my word.

I was the last to arrive in the dining room and took my seat — the added seat at the table, the odd one out — next to Willow. Her eyes were bright with the morning, but her mouth was too full of pancakes to properly wish me hello. Mrs. Foster gave me a smile, which I returned, from her seat at the head of the table, while Mr. Foster nodded at me before returning to the stock reports in his newspaper. Azalea and Camellia across the table barely glanced at me while they gossiped. Basil caught my eye and I smiled at him as well, hoping to portray that he needn’t worry about the girl that could hear machines talk.

I began to eat, but the nostalgia of the pancakes struck me like a bolt. It was thoughtful of the Fosters to prepare my favorite breakfast, but it just reminded me that this was not my home, that I could never go home again.

Home is where your family is. This wasn’t my family.

 
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Posted by on June 18, 2017 in Scribbles

 

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Review: The Paper Magician

“Perhaps the man wasn’t so mad after all. Or maybe it’s a madness [she] can learn to appreciate.” — Charlie N. Holmberg, The Paper Magician

“The Paper Magician” Review

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This post may contain spoilers.

 

I picked up The Paper Magician because it was on some list that I found somewhere on the Internet that suggested other books that people might like if they enjoyed Erin Morgenstern’s The Night Circus. Charlie Holmberg has created a unique set of magical rules, wherein a magician is bond to only one manmade material, such as rubber, glass, or paper.

The novel opens up with the main character, Ceony Twill, arriving at the house of the magician she will apprentice under, Emery Thane. Thane is one of the few Paper Magicians in the area, as paper isn’t the most popular materials to spell. Ceony herself would have preferred to be bond to metal, to enchant cannons and bullets instead of scrapbook material.

Yet, as Ceony is apprenticed under the eccentric Magician Thane, she learns the intricate art and wonder of spelling paper as well as Excisioner, the forbidden magic of spelling human flesh. When an Excisioner storms into Thane’s and Ceony’s home to snatch Thane’s heart, it is Ceony who embarks on a dangerous quest to rescue the magician’s heart. She not only learns but experiences her teacher’s hopes, dreams, and darkest memories and doubts that created Thane’s spirit during this quest, all while trying to avoid becoming the Excisioner’s next victim.

I definitely enjoyed the unique magic system in this book. Being a reader and a writer, I appreciated the new magic that paper can bring the world. The descriptions of the special Folds that the papers need in order for the spells — animated, defense, attacking — to be completed were wonderful, as were the general setting descriptions. The narration succeeded in bringing the reader along with Ceony on her journey, and it kept me turning page after page.

That, and Thane had a skeleton butler named Jonto made out of paper and he had even created a paper dog for Ceony. Those little touches were adorable.

I wasn’t a fan of the main antagonist of the book, however. The Excisioner twist was definitely interesting in itself, but the battle between her and Ceony seemed to be more like two women fighting over the love of a man. The reason behind the fight reminded me of a couple of catty high schoolers, even if the settings and the fight itself was entertaining. The motive for the fight did not keep me invested.

Nevertheless, I did enjoy the book enough to consider getting the sequel the next time I’m willing to lighten my wallet at the bookstore. If you enjoy magic, historical pieces, and eccentric characters, you may enjoy Holmberg’s The Paper Magician.

“The Paper Magician” gets a 4 out of 5 stars.

 
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Posted by on June 14, 2017 in Book Reviews

 

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Sunday Scribble – “Evolution”

Evolution

An older couple entered the lobby. I sat back in my seat from behind the counter, watching them walk forward with the kind of “We’re too old to give a shit about anything” air. A teenage boy shuffled in behind them, making no effort to hide his awe of the facility. His wandering gaze eventually spotted me and he beamed. One side of my lips quirked in response before my eyes returned to my book. Firm footsteps reached my ears and I glanced back up to see Dr. Levi catch up to the couple with an outstretched hand.

“Hello,” Dr. Levi said, and introduced himself. “This must be young Edward. How are you today, young man?”

“Fine.” Edward’s tone was light, confident, but curt. His hands were stuffed in his pockets and his torso was angled back toward the exit.

“Good to hear.” The doctor smiled at the teenager before returning his attention to the older couple. “Thank you for coming here today. I’m sure you’re curious as to why we are interested in your grandson.”

“You said it had to do with his music,” the grandfather said. “Is it all the rock and rap crap that he listens to nowadays? See, Edith, I told you that stuff would rot his brain.”

“It’s a freedom of expression, Hank,” the grandma retorted. Her raspy voice cracked when she had tried to speak louder. “As long as he’s not smoking, drinking, or going out and selling his body–”

“Nana!” Edward, with his face burning, reached over and settled a hand on his grandmother’s shoulder. To me, it looked as if he wanted to reach further and cover up her mouth.

Dr. Levi cleared his throat. “Well, that’s not exactly why we contacted you… Have you folks ever heard of mutants?”

“What, is that a new drug?” Hank asked.

“No, not at all,” the doctor said. “See, when a species evolves–”

“Evolution is blasphemy,” Edith interrupted, her lips pursing, and I thought she would spit on Dr. Levi’s shoes for even uttering the word. Edward’s head dropped into his hands as she ranted. “If you were a God-fearing Christian, you would know that. When was the last time you stepped foot in a church?”

Dr. Levi took a step back and realized that the other doctors had disappeared, none willing to help him with the crotchety old couple.

“Last Sunday,” I said. Hank jumped at the sound of my voice and I waved when he looked my way. I continued on. “God created us, yes, but he had to give us the ability to adapt to this growing world, right? I mean, He promised He wouldn’t destroy this world again, so we need some help to keep up with the changes.”

“Girlie, you’re saying that evolution is an act of God?” Edith asked.

I shrugged. “It must be,” I said. “I’m proof of that. And so is your grandson.”

 
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Posted by on June 11, 2017 in Scribbles

 

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Wonder Woman

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I didn’t realize how much I had needed this movie until I actually saw it.

I grew up with an uncle who had no problem introducing me to the likes of Batman and comic superheroes. While we focused more on the Dark Knight himself and the X-Men from Marvel, Wonder Woman was there in the background. I really got a sense of her when I had started watching the Justice League cartoon. With that said, I was really excited the more I heard about the Wonder Woman movie when it was getting closer to the release date.

Superhero movies are pretty much the norm now in theaters, and I remember being excited when I first heard about the giant plan to bring the Avengers together in an epic series of movies. Yet, while the movies that I saw were excellent, I got a bit burned out with the series. I saw the first two Iron Man movies, Captain America, Thor, the Guardians of the Galaxy and… I think that’s it for the Marvel movies, in all honesty. I would like to catch up one day.

Wonder Woman was the first of the DC movies that I saw, which is a bit surprising considering how much of a Batman fan I am. Of course, I heard that the DC movies were a bit weak compared to Marvel’s movies, but after seeing Wonder Woman, I am more willing to give the DC movies a try, if only to keep up for when Justice League comes out.

Wonder Woman as a movie was fantastic. I adored the story line, Diana herself, Steve Trevor, the supporting characters, the scenery (like, holy sugar, did you see how vibrant and gorgeous Themyscira was?!), and the action sequences, especially the action sequences. Seeing the Amazons charge into battle to protect each other and their home made me tear up.

These women were the epitome of strength and it was about damn time we saw that on the big screen. Because, while Black Widow is important and an awesome character, we need more powerful women fighting the good fight. Like, guys, it’s amazing what you can do and I totally understand how you all can seem so confident and ready to take on a thousand bad guys after seeing a superhero like you do the same.

Because, for the first time in my 27 years of life, I felt the same way.

I felt the same way after seeing Diana Prince unabashedly go out in the world to protect what is dear to her, to simply do something to save the world and the innocent people in it. She exuded confidence and power, perhaps not fully understanding how the world worked, but knowing that she could do something to help.

I’m just so proud of how well this movie has done and I’m so looking forward to more installments with Wonder Woman. I hope everyone else who has seen this movie enjoyed it as well!

 
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Posted by on June 7, 2017 in Home

 

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“Have a Prompt!” Saturday #97

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Posted by on May 27, 2017 in Prompts

 

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