Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Ice For Your Ego?

 Vignette – in class – Dialogue and tone
3. At Work
Charas: Boka and Sarge

Sarge whistled as he watched the footage of the rabid beast tear through one of his co-workers. “You know, he said he’d do it.” Sarge chuckled as a woman attempted to kill the demon with a broom. “She was pretty mad.”
“Yes. She was.” Boka’s voice was smooth as he rested his head on his knuckles. His British accent more crisp and clear than ever before. “Where on Meroka did Scotty even find this creature?”
“I don’t know.” Sarge shrugged as he sat down in the computer chair. He leaned back as he spun the chair with his foot. “I wasn’t in that meeting.”
Boka gave the man a long side glance.
“Woo! Look at another one go!” Sarge clapped his hands together as he sat forward to watch the demon murder what looked like either a gardener or a mail man.
Boka sighed through his nose. “It’s hard to find nice people these days.”
“True.” Sarge nodded. “And looks like we lost a lot of them the other day.”
Boka bit the inside of his lip as he zoomed in on the creature. “Somebody’s getting a raise.”
“I still can’t believe Scotty caught this thing without losing an appendage at least.” Sarge leaned back, his eyes glued to the footage. “It’s a shame that those dopes at the labs lost it.”
“If I had the chance, I’d do it differently.” Boka glared at the screen. He had designed that lab to inescapable. A demon running amuck and wrecking the whole thing reflected poorly on him.
“Ice?” Sarge tapped his arm with a paper cup.
“What?” Boka looked down at the cup of ice.

“For your bruised ego.” Sarge gave a lopsided grin. “I hear it helps keep the swelling down.”

Plans for a Series

I'm starting to work on several new original stories. I'm excited for it because I'm writing stories for the LGBT community. I know the long version is LGBTQQIAAP but I always flub up all the letters when I try to say it, so I shorten it to LGBT so I don't embarrass myself and because all people know what LGBT means at this point. But I feel like there is a lack of books dealing with characters who are within this community.
I once heard someone say, "If it doesn't exist yet, create it."
So that's what I'm doing. I'm going to write create and write those stories. My friend also wants to write a children/young adult series for the LGBT, which she asked me to help her with. She currently isn't able to get much done and is still in the planning stage. Her story so far seems very grounded in reality.
That's what makes us different.
I write using mythical creatures or elements of magic or science fiction. I rarely stay in reality. I love to write fantasy. As my teacher, Ms. Leslie has said, "I reject your reality and substitute my own."  And that's what I love to do. I've read books like Vampire Kisses by Ellen Schreiber, Goosebumps by R.L. Stine, Shakespeare, Hollow Fields by Madeleine Rosca, The Brothers Grimm, The Dreaming by Queenie-Chan, Hans Christian Anderson, Lynsay Sands' Argeneau series, and several others. I even read the first 2 books of the Twilight series. The over-arcing theme of them, is that a sense of magic is added to them.
And that's how I write. I either write fanfiction or I write stories with some sort of magical element in them. I'm sure many of you have figured that out by reading what I post here. I already have a vague idea of what I'm doing for 3 of the stories. Each as a mythical creature in it too.

The creatures I have in mind to use are:
Banshee,
Ghost,
Kelpie,
Witch/Wizard

I'm actually going out of my way to not use creatures that I feel have been over-used or flooding us in the media. Vampires and Zombies seem to be the top two write now. I feel like they're everywhere and that we're all just drowning in them. I don't want to write a book  with them and have someone tell me the same thing has been done in something else. I didn't add werewolves because I don't see them as often, but they're definitely up there.
Anyway, I'll share some of what I write with you guys as I go. I hope you guys will like it.

And for those who don't know what LGBTQQIAAP stands for, here you go:
Lesbian
Gay
Bisexual
Transgender
Queer
Questioning
Intersex
Asexual
Allies
Pansexual

Krissie Reads Ep 12


Welcome to Krissie Reads! Today I read an excerpt from a fanfiction to you guys!
Read Story here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10692966/1/Sonic-Underground

Monday, March 30, 2015

Krissie Reads Ep 11


Welcome to Krissie Reads! A show where I read stories and poetry!
Today I read Lost Voices by Sarah Porter!
Places were you can get the book:
http://www.sarahporterbooks.com/lostvoices.html
http://www.amazon.com/Lost-Voices-The-Trilogy/dp/B008W37D34
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lost-voices-sarah-porter/1023995212?cm_mmc=affiliates-_-linkshare-_-zlmpigulqw0-_-10%3a1&ean=9780547482507&r=1
http://www.booksamillion.com/p/Lost-Voices/Sarah-Porter/9780547482538?id=6252567505304

Previous Ep: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edCoZiyhwBg

Pokemon Let's Play: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtzSaMnWJmk

Krissie Reads Ep10

Welcome to Krissie Reads! Today I'm reading you guys a story from an actual published book!

Want to buy the book? Look at these links:
http://www.amazon.com/Classic-Goosebumps-15-Ghost-Beach/dp/0545178037
http://store.scholastic.com/Books/Paperback-Books/Classic-Goosebumps-15-Ghost-Beach
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/ghost-beach-r-l-stine/1100178212?ean=9780545178037
As an EBook: http://www.booksamillion.com/p/Classic-Goosebumps-Ghost-Beach/RL-Stine/Q853793351?id=6252567505304

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Pick a Theme

Wrote this during my fantasy literature class. We were given a list of themes and told to write for at least one.
Themes:
Corruption
Moral
Honor
Killer
Cop
Bastard

“How long have you been alone?” I murmur softly as I walk in the small room. She didn’t stir. Her long brown hair swaying from the draft caused by the crack I had left in the window for her. “Have you eaten any since I’ve been away?” I sit on the plastic toy box by the window. Drawing my legs up, I glance out the window. The woods are still the same. Cursed to forever be green outside the window. The leaves had already turned red and orange in the city. Many had already fallen with only a few stubbornly holding on. Refusing to die.
I sigh through my nose as I turn to face her. She was laying on the green mattress on the lower bunk. The two bunk was just a metal frame, the mattress was long ago thrown away. Now the bunk bed was converted into a canopy bed thanks to them tying sheets around the metal frame in the right places.
“I have to make dinner soon.” I say glancing around at the old toys scattered on the tile floor. “What would you like?” I look at her hopefully. Praying she’ll answer. That she’ll finally speak. How long had it been since I last heard her voice?
I sigh in defeat as I slide off the toy box. “I have a visitor. I’m going to check up on him. I’ll come back to get you ready for dinner.” I open the door and give her one more long sorrowful look.
The hallway is as long as ever. The only thing decorating the wall is a small metal door for the electric box that controls all the power in the house. I reach the end and glare at the door on my left. Through this door is the basement. My toolbox is down there, but snakes and possoms have been known to crawl under the house and sleep there. I open the door and look into the pool of blackness below.
My keys jingle as I unhook them from my pants and press the button for the mini flashlight on it. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust, but once adjusted, I nod. No snakes. No possoms. No other strange forest critters of sorts appeared to be down there. I brace my hand against the wall as I walk down. With no railing on the other side, I never quite feel comfortable on this stair case. It’s like walking on an old rope bridge that doesn’t have railing and wobbles with every step you talk. At least with the stairs, I get closer to the ground with each step.
I scan the basement for the dented green box. I smirk as I pick it up off of the washer. With my toolbox in hand, I walk back up the stairs. I have a visitor waiting for me. I can’t let him sit alone all day.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Gains screams as I walk into the room I had shown him too earlier. I purse my lips. I guess he didn’t like being handcuffed and tied up with rope to a chair that was nailed to the floor.
“And here I thought I had made you comfortable.” I tsk as I set my tool box on the table.
“Let me go you basket case!” Mr. Gains demands, trying to kick me with his free foot. Maybe I should have tied his legs to that chair too.
“Now, now.” I open up my box and sift through its contents. “You need to be a good boy. If you’re not good then I can’t bring you to dinner.”
“I don’t any dinner from you. I want to go home!” Mr. Gains yelled as he threw himself forward.
“Yes. Yes.” I nod as I pull out several tools. Pliers, channel locks, screw driver, and duct tape. “You’ll be going home shortly Mr. Gains. But first,” I pull a good length of duct tape off the wall. “I need you to be a good boy until dinner.”
It took a while, but I tied Mr. Gains feet to the chair so he couldn’t hurt himself. He didn’t bother to cover Mr. Gains’ mouth. She couldn’t hear him from here. Plus, if he screamed himself horse, then he couldn’t be rude at dinner.

Dinner was set nicely. It smelled delicious. I had the kitchen perfect for this evening. I had dressed her nicely and she sat up. She looked like a beautiful angel. It took a while to move Mr. Gains from the chair I tied him to earlier to a wheelchair. 

At the Park

“I’m ready to leave now.” Cleovim released the tree she had been hugging for the last minute.
“Well I’m not.” Scotty yawned as he stretched out on the grass. “I think we should stay here all afternoon. When are we going to get such a nice sunny vacation day again?”
Cleovim chuckled. “Good point. But I don’t work for KOS.”
“And I saw let me enjoy my day off in this awesome field of ticklish grass and clovers.” Scotty plucked a clover and twirled it in his fingers. He beamed as he placed the clover on his head. “Look at me, I’m a leprechaun!”
Cleovim chuckled as she shook her head. Her red eyes caught something in the distance and a wider smirk spread across her face. “That girl you don’t like is walking this way.”
Scotty sat up and looked down at the walk trail. Sure enough, it was Jay. Her brown curls bouncing with each step as she jogged. “I like her just fin. She can come here if she wants to. Hmph! It’s a free world.” Scotty laid crossed his arms as he plopped back on the grass.
Cleovim’s smirk only turned into a Cheshire’s grin. “You should go talk to her, then.” She leaned over Scotty’s face, blocking out the small whale shaped cloud he’d been tracking. “I’m sure you two would get along.”
Scotty rolled his eyes. “Here she goes again!” he thought. “Trying to set me up with some girl because she thinks I’m lonely and needs somebody.” Scotty rolled down the hill away from his friend and sat up. “You’re just being mean so I’ll say we should go home.”
Cleovim blew her bangs out of her face. “I didn’t say I wanted to go home,” She rolled like a lazy cat in the grass. “I just said I’m ready to leave.”
“Then were should we go?” Scotty shot her a glare.
Cleovim pouted as Jay jogged pass. Then a small sly smirk found its way to her lips. “I have an idea.” She purred.

Scotty huffed as he fell back. “I’m going to hate your idea, aren’t I?” He rolled down to the concrete trail and laid still as he pouted up at her.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Poem 3182015

Kind of confused
Kind of annoyed
I don’t want to work on anything I’m supposed to
I don’t want to function at all
I want to create the projects that are sifting in my mind
Always floating in the back of my mind
Poking me in the brain,
Saying, “Don’t you want to make me real instead?”
Such a tempting thing
Such a tempting thing
But I have to keep working
I have to keep going.
I just don’t want to function.
I just don’t want to work on those projects.
I’m sorry school.
What are you giving me?
Why can’t you let me do what I want?


Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Breakdown At Work

Another writing Practice
Chara: Kaori and Angel
Dialogue 1;
Location: At Work

“You need to settle down.” Kaori’s monotone voice was soft as she watched tears fall from Angel’s face.
The brunette stomped her foot as she picked herself up off the floor. She didn’t care about the scrapes on her arms and legs. She didn’t care that they were still bleeding after 30 minutes. She didn’t care that her muscles ached and were begging for her to stop.
“Angel, you need to take a break.” Kaori tried again.
Angel shook her head. “I know what you’re thinking.” She glared at the woman at the top of the thick concrete steps. “You think I’m crazy. You think I can’t do it. But I can. I know it! I can open up a portal to that other dimension. I’ll bring them back! I’ll bring April back!”
Kaori shook her head at the pitiful teen. She had really fallen off her rocker without April there to hold her together. “What do you think April’d say if she saw you here? Like this?” Koari hoped mentioning Angel’s sister would calm her. What she got was Angel stomping her foot on the concrete floor.
“You always do this!” Angel screamed as she picked up pieces of her broken invention. “You think you know April. But you don’t. She would be happy that I was trying so hard to bring her back home. But you? Why aren’t you helping? You’re stupid little sword comes from that dimension doesn’t it? Why don’t you use it to help us bring them back?”
“It’s not my choice to have this sword.” Kaori stiffened as she sat up. “I can not control where it sends demons once I cut through them. If I slash through air, it is still air. No portal will open. You’ve already tried that, remember?”
“Shut up!” Angel threw the small pile of pieces she had down on the floor. “I don’t need your help! I can do it all by myself!”
Kaori shook her head. She was tired of this childish behavior. She brushed off her pants as she marched down the stairs towards Angel. She made sure to stand tall and leer down at her. Angel instinctively back up. “You need to talk to a doctor about your injuries and a shrink about your imbalanced emotional state.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Angel crossed her arms and glared up at Kaori.

Kaori sighed. “Then you leave me no other choice.” Her voice was numb of all emotions as usual, but they carried a chill that made Angel visible shiver. Kaori suppressed the urge to smirk. She was glad that she was finally getting through to her on some level. She grabbed Angel by the nape of her neck and pulled her forward as she drove her knee into her stomach. Angel let out a pained gasp as her blue eyes closed. Kaori held her for a moment until she was sure Angel was limp. Kaori smirked as she hoisted Angel over her shoulder. “Now, off to the doctor you go.”

At the Park

March 17th, 2015
Assignment done in class. My teacher gave us a setting and some dialogue to write into a small little story thing. 

Setting: Park

“I’m ready to leave now.” Cleovim released the tree she had been hugging for the last minute.
“Well I’m not.” Scotty yawned as he stretched out on the grass. “I think we should stay here all afternoon. When are we going to get such a nice sunny vacation day again?”
Cleovim chuckled. “Good point. But I don’t work for KOS.”
“And I saw let me enjoy my day off in this awesome field of ticklish grass and clovers.” Scotty plucked a clover and twirled it in his fingers. He beamed as he placed the clover on his head. “Look at me, I’m a leprechaun!”
Cleovim chuckled as she shook her head. Her red eyes caught something in the distance and a wider smirk spread across her face. “That girl you don’t like is walking this way.”
Scotty sat up and looked down at the walk trail. Sure enough, it was Jay. Her brown curls bouncing with each step as she jogged. “I like her just fin. She can come here if she wants to. Hmph! It’s a free world.” Scotty laid crossed his arms as he plopped back on the grass.
Cleovim’s smirk only turned into a Cheshire’s grin. “You should go talk to her, then.” She leaned over Scotty’s face, blocking out the small whale shaped cloud he’d been tracking. “I’m sure you two would get along.”
Scotty rolled his eyes. “Here she goes again!” he thought. “Trying to set me up with some girl because she thinks I’m lonely and needs somebody.” Scotty rolled down the hill away from his friend and sat up. “You’re just being mean so I’ll say we should go home.”
Cleovim blew her bangs out of her face. “I didn’t say I wanted to go home,” She rolled like a lazy cat in the grass. “I just said I’m ready to leave.”
“Then were should we go?” Scotty shot her a glare.
Cleovim pouted as Jay jogged pass. Then a small sly smirk found its way to her lips. “I have an idea.” She purred.

Scotty huffed as he fell back. “I’m going to hate your idea, aren’t I?” He rolled down to the concrete trail and laid still as he pouted up at her.

Friday, March 13, 2015

I Don't Want To Go To The Ball Ch1

I don’t want to go to the Ball
Krissie: What am I doing? I don’t know.
AGES:
Shadow: 25
Amy: 22
Bunnie: 28
Antoine: 30
Rotor: 28
Rouge: 28
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Red eyes skimmed over the piece of paper. He arched a brow. “What is this?” He asked.
Rouge rolled her eyes. “It’s a ball.” She stated. “Did you even read it?”
“I read it.” Shadow nodded. “I just don’t see why it was handed to me.”
“Because you’re invited. It’s a ball to establish peaceful relations between G.U.N., the Republic of Acorn, and the Kingdom of Merica.” The commander answered from his chair. “As an agent of G.U.N. you’re invited.”
“Which means you need to get a suit to wear to it. So come on.” Rouge ordered.
“Why? Just because I was invited, doesn’t mean I have to go. I decline to go.” Shadow stated sliding the invite away from him.
“Shadow, you just can’t do that.” Rouge told him.
“Why not?” Shadow asked.
Rouge sighed as shook her head. She looked at the commander. “Talk to him.”
“Sadly, Rogue is right Shadow. Your presence is mandatory.” The commander stated. “Because of your reputation, your presence at the ball will show the people that you are willing to make peace with Mobius. After all, many people are still iffy about you due to the whole Ark incident.”
Shadow clenched his fist. He didn’t want to go to some ball. It was a stupid and pointless thing as far as he was concern.
“Which means you need a suit at least.” Rouge placed her hands on her hips.
“At least?” Shadow asked. “What else would I need?”
“A date and knowing how to slow dance.” Rouge answered matter-of-factly. “I can’t go with you because I already have a date. But you get by declining all the offers to dance.”
“Why would I want a date?” Shadow questioned.
“So people won’t constantly ask you to dance and socialize.” Rouge stated.
“She’s right. If you have a date, people are less likely to approach you. But that’s beside the point, just get a suit and show up.” The commander stood up from his seat. “Can you manage that, Shadow? Or would you like some help with it?”
“I know about suits Commander.” Shadow glared. Did he really think Shadow was some child?
“Well, I’m glad for that.” Rouge sighed with relief. She had been worried about her co-worker. “I’m going to go find something to wear myself.”
Shadow sighed as he walked along the street of Station Square. He didn’t wanted to go to the ball. He glared as he walked forward, people moving out of his way to avoid his anger. He went to his apartment and opened the closet. He still had the suit he had to wear for some ceremony a few years ago. He nodded. He could this. All he had to do was show up for an hour and then the Commander would let him go home. Shadow stretched before leaving for a run.

Shadow sighed as the wind whipped through his quills. Running was so relaxing to him. He slowed to a stop as he came to a clearing in the forest. His red eyes wondered around the field of flowers. There was a pond shimmering with a water fall a few yards away. Shadow smirked. The views here were much more appealing than the view in the cities. Shadow caught of movement by the pond.
He slowly approached it and arched an eyebrow as he spotted a pink hedgehog siting on the edge of the pond. The pond was actually a rather large lake now that he was closer to it. She had taken off her boots and laid them beside her. Her feet were soaking in the sparkling water as she read a magazine of sorts. Shadow slowly walked up and looked over her shoulder. The magazine was full of fancy dresses that a girl would wear to a ball.
“She must have come out here to look at dresses to wear to that ball so she could drag faker there with her.” Shadow thought.
Amy soon realized the shadow looming over her. She gasped as she leapt forward, summoning her hammer. However, instead of landing firmly on her feet, she fell into the lake.
Shadow stood watching for a second as Amy Rose resurfaced. She gasped for air before she opened her eyes to see Shadow. She sighed with relief.
“Shadow! You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that. I almost thought you were one of Eggman’s robots.” Amy cried.
“My apologizes Rose.” Shadow nodded. “I went for a run and stopped to enjoy the view. What are you doing so far away from Knothole?” The spot was several miles away from any city. The closet city was about a 4 hour drive away. It would have taken her days to walk here.
“I stopped to enjoy the view too.” Amy answered, hanging her head slightly. The truth was she had been chasing Sonic around and got lost. She swam back to the edge.
Shadow arched an eyebrow. He knew better than that. “You were chasing after Faker again and got lost, didn’t you?” Amy cringed. Shadow sighed as he reached a hand out for her.
“Thank you.” She accepted his hand and helped her up. She sighed as she tried to ring the water out of her clothes. She had long since ditched her red dress for a tank top and a pair of pants. “So how have you been Shadow?” Amy attempted to change topics. “Anything new?”
Shadow shrugged. “Nothing much has changed.” Shadow answered. “Though I have to go to this peace ball.”
“Ooh! That sounds fun!” Amy cheered.
Shadow shook his head.
“You don’t want to go?” Amy tilted her head as she sat down on the rock.
“No. I’m not a fan of such things.” Shadow took a seat across from her.
Amy nodded in understanding. “That makes sense. You don’t seem to like being in large crowds much. But the ball is happening at the Republic of Acorn capital building. There’s a nice garden area outside. So if you feel too suffocated inside, you can walk around there. We recently planted some Little Planet Flowers in the garden!”
Shadow nodded. “Are you going to the ball with Faker?”
Amy gave him a glare. “Sonic. And no, I’m not. Sonic isn’t too thrilled about formal events. He’s going with Sally anyway.” Amy sighed. They had gotten back together again. Amy had found that out earlier today. She was trying to be mature about it, but it still hurt. “Besides, I’m not sure if I should to go.”
Shadow arched an eye brow at her. Amy Rose not wanting to go to a social function? She loved social functions. She was always wanting to mingle with people. Shadow crossed his arms and leaned forward to stare into her green eyes.
“What?” Amy leaned away. “Is there something on my face?”
“You like people. You like dancing. You love being social.” Shadow stated as he stared at her. “And you don’t want to go to a ball? Who are you and what have you done with Rose?”
“I never said I didn’t want to go.” Amy sat up straight. “I’m just not sure if I should go. There’s a difference.”
Shadow sat up, still eyeing her curiously. “And why shouldn’t you go?”
Amy gulped. “Well… It’s just…” She struggled for words. “It’s a peace ball. And I don’t want to cause a scene and embarrass myself. After all, they just got back together again, and I don’t want to be that third wheel by being clingy. I want them to be happy. I just… I don’t think I should go.”
Shadow nodded. So that’s her problem, Faker and Sally were dating again and she was upset. Shadow had to commend her. She was trying not to be clingy and get in the way. She wanted them to be happy, even if it meant Faker wasn’t with her. “You think you might do something to upset Faker and Sally and cause a scene at the ball?” Shadow stated. Amy looked down at her feet. “I think you should go. After all, you want to, right? I’m sure the others are expecting you to go. They’ll worry if you don’t go.”
Amy shook her head. “Nah. The others aren’t expecting me to go.”
Shadow sighed. He doubted her statement. Why wouldn’t Rose go to the ball if she wanted to go? It just didn’t make sense to Shadow. Rose usually spoke her mind and did what she wanted. Rose was also very considerate of her friends, especially Faker. Shadow pinched the bridge of his nose. If Faker knew that Rose didn’t go because he and Sally were going, he would feel bad. Or go and drag her there in her pjs. Which every option presented itself first. If the latter happened, Rose would be embarrassed. Rouge certainly would hold it over her head for the next year or so. Shadow smirked as the idea hit him. “Rose, can you do me a favor?”
Amy looked up at him curiously. “What is it?”
“Rouge told me I needed three things for the ball; a suit, a date, and to know how to slow dance. I already have the suit.” Shadow stated, “You want to go. So can I escort you? It would save me a lot of… nagging from Rouge.”
Amy thought about it. She did want to go. “What are you going to the ball?”
“Commander says I have to go. People still don’t trust me because of the ARK incident.” Shadow replied. “I have to go to show people that I want peace. Commander says if I bring a date that people will be less likely to try to get me to socialize.”
Amy chuckled. “I’m a social butterfly. If you bring me as your date, people will try to talk to you more.”
“No. They’ll talk to you. I’ll just stand there and watch.” Shadow smirked.
Amy burst out in laughter. Shadow didn’t make jokes often. But he had been opening up slowly. Shadow had an old timey sense of humor. It could be somewhat demented at times, but it’s what made him Shadow. “Sure. I’ll go with you.” Amy agreed.
“I’ll pick you up at 6 then. Sound good to you?” Shadow asked.
Amy nodded. “Sure. I can be ready by then.”
Shadow stood up and reached out a hand to her. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”
“I can walk back, don’t worry.”
“It’s a several hour drive here, Rose.” Shadow stated.
Amy gasped, jumping up. “I’m that far away from Knothole?”
“Yes.” Shadow stated matter-of-factly.
Amy put on her boots quickly and grabbed the magazine she had been looking through earlier. “Shadow, will you take me home please?” She asked sweetly.
Shadow shook his head. “I just offered to, Rose.” Shadow scooped her up. “Just hang on tight, okay?”
“Okay.” Amy nodded.
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Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Fehler Excerpt

“How can this be?” General Randy slammed the documents on his desk causing the soldiers in the room to jump. “How in tarnation did they make a little girl?”
“We’re still unsure sir.” Tim answered. “We’re still sifting through all their files.”
“Well stop sifting and actually read!” Randy twirled his hand. “I want to know if this kid is a threat or not.”
“Sir with all due respect, she probably is a threat.” Johnson stated. “After all, she isn’t human. Die Gesellschaft[1] made her after all. For all we know, it could be a moving bomb!”
“Is she really not human?” Randy looked to Tim.
“All the files we’ve recovered so far refer to her as an artificial human.” Tim stated.
“See, artificial. Therefore not human.” Johnson nodded.
“We can say that she’s not a human for sure just because she isn’t human. After all, if it walks like a duck, talks like a duck, and acts like a duck, then it’s a duck.” Samuel stepped in. “So far, she has shown herself to just be a normal human.”
“Heh.” Johnson snorted. “That’s probably to lure us into a false sense of security.”
Randy shook his head. “So where is she?”
“She’s in the infirmary with Commander Bobber right now sir.” Edward answered.
“She’s here?” Randy jumped out of his seat. “And no one told me? Why wasn’t she brought to see me immediately?”
The others gulped as they watched their boss march down the hall. They turned to Edward, who sighed. He got up and chased after the 70-something man.



[1] German – the Society

Thursday, March 5, 2015

News Response

So today I read/watched several news reports about something that is rather concerning, and upsetting to me.

The most basic way to sum up the information is that a high school teacher called one of her students a Taliban. I, myself, do understand the full meaning of the term, but I grew up believing it to be the name of an Islamic terrorist organization. It either means that or it is another racial slur for someone who is Muslim. I just know that the term is a derogatory term for sure.
If it doesn’t mean what I’ve stated, then please feel free to correct me. The internet went out so I can’t exactly check the internet for a definition real quick. Man, I need to buy one of those really thick dictionaries and keep it on my shelf.
But back to the matter at hand. A teacher, you know, the people we trust to nurture us and give us the means to better ourselves, called her student a Taliban. I say her, because the boy who she called Taliban referred to the teacher as such. The boy stated that she called him Taliban on several occasions. The kids in his class just laughed, all of them presuming it was a joke.
The boy, himself, didn’t know what Taliban meant until he asked his parents. His parents are outraged and upset. I haven’t seen anything with the mother speaking, but I have seen his father. You can hear his voice quiver with hurt knowing that this has happened to his son. He is very upset. The boy states that he’s disappointed in the teacher. The teacher used to be one of his favorite at the school, but I doubt that is the case now.
I’m just really upset that it happened. What makes it worse is that the teacher is only getting suspended for 5 days. The father is not happy with it and I understand. He wants the teacher to be suspended for a whole year without pay or fired. I agree with him on this. You can’t just give an adult a slap on the wrist for calling someone a racial slur. Especially if they’re a teacher. A teacher is supposed to strive to teach their students and make them better people. A teacher teaches people how to fish so they can feed themselves for the rest of their lives.

Frankly, I feel like 5 days suspension is a slap on the wrist for the teacher and that she should be given a tougher punishment. She is an adult and knew what the word meant when she said it. How can anyone trust schools to put an end to bullying if they allow the teachers to get away with it? I mean, come on! This isn’t something that can just be handled so lightly as giving 5 days suspension.