Contest

Hey guys! So, this is going to be my first contest and this one will be all about the loot. So, first off the rules are your entry has to be 500 words or less and the first line has to be: The rock fell onto the cold dusty floor. There will be three winners winning a free copy of one of my favorite books of the moment "Divergent", "If I stay", or a free review by myself on 1 chapter of any writing of your choice.

Post the entries below in the comment section.
Also, I just got a twitter account so if you want to shout out at me or tell your friends about the contest my twitter is there below.

https://twitter.com/ARLacington

Thanks so much!

Deadline: Currently Undetermined

If I Stay

So, this is my second book review. This one doesn't really have a category, but I guess I'd call it GOOD BOOK! Yeah, so descriptive like there isn't 6050000000000000000 of those.

Anyhow, this book is yet again another YA novel that is yet again being turned into a movie but just to set the record straight I read this one AND Divergent before the movie, gosh! I drank the coffee before it was cool guys.

*Disclaimer I am so not a hipster, in fact I'm the opposite of a hipster. Of course hipsters are basically the opposite of hipsters because in all honesty, by claiming that they don't do the same thing as everyone else, they copy other hipsters with their style, actions, way of speech, and attitude, which makes them ironic and not hipsters. Is this like a paradox? A hipster paradox? Hipsters do you see what you've done... STOP IT!*

Anyhow, I read this book and it made me a combination of sad and mad AND I can't tell you what made me sad/mad because it's the end of the book. You know that old kiddy book that was like the monster at the end of the book? Well, this is basically it. Gayle Forman killed me. So without being spoiler-y something happens THAT WOULD MAKE YOU THINK, oh I'll just turn the next page and see what happens AFTER THIS MAJOR EVENT, but Gayle Forman is just like *Lol no reader* she trolls you. Like a boss-- like a very very mean boss. It's not nice! And I don't care if there's a second book because she (SPOILER ALERT)



(kind of)



Skips three years later into Adam's narrative.
How dare you? Mess with my emotions! So freaking mean! I hope you're happy now!

But before I was murdered by her version of 'an ending' I thought the book was pretty good. So here is a basic plot summary: Basically, girl has a lovely life with a loving punk rocky family and incredibly talented boyfriend who belongs to an emo-rock group, and she plays cello. Well, one snowy day her parents, her little brother, Teddy, and herself (Mia) go on a car ride where they are hit by a truck. She pulls herself up from the ground and she sees her parents, dead, and her brother, well, she doesn't know, but she sees something weird, her clothes, her body, lying on the ground, but she's standing up. Of course her first instinct is that she's dead, but she's not. She's alive and unconscious but somehow awake and watching everything, and she ends up with the lovely decision on her lap if she wants to STAY alive or leave and die. That's basically it without getting to spoiler-y.

So, as I mentioned before, this is also a movie, but the movie (at the time of this blog post) has yet to come out, so I present you with the trailer (I saw this at the theaters going to see TFIOS with my friend and we both had a major freak out because we recognized the book).  Anyhow...

Without further adieu... TRAILER:

 That trailer gives me chills every time. They represent the characters so well, and you won't even get it 'til you read it. It's beautiful.

Side note: I approve of their casting selection. Her mom's the chick for 'The Killing'. I like that show. Anyway I feel like that lady is going to do a great job...yada yada yada...

Anyhow, I feel like I need to get paid for these because I'm advertising them to all of you lovelies, but then I guess we'd have to discuss copyright, and well, never mind.

Enjoy the book, and WHEN YOU'RE FINISHED, the movie. Don't make me tsk at you.

Thanks for reading!

Books reviews? Movie? I don't know what this is...

So, I have not posted in a really long time, but I must inform you that I just finished this year of high school, so BE EXCITED! I'm back darlings. So, I am mainly posting writings on my figment account, but I will try to keep this blog and you updated. So I think I'm going to do something a bit more traditional with my blog which will be reviewing some lovely YA Books. So, I say... let us jump into it!


BEST BOOK TO MOVIE RENDITION

• Divergent

So, if you guys have not read the Divergent Trilogy which is amazing (except for allegiant which I personally thought was terrible and not just for the ending but because (well one reason) I COULD NOT TELL WHO WAS NARRATING it is one thing to have to separate narrators with DIFFERENT VOICES and another to slap a different name of the main character's narration... I love you Veronica Roth but no, just no. Anyways...) If you have not read Divergent and Insurgent and even Allegiant (which really should've been named something else that rhymed) get off of the computer and buy them because Veronica Roth <3 (or go to the library or stay at Barnes and Noble for the night). So, just in case you've been living under a rock, I'll give you a non-spoiler-y(ish) plot summary. Beatrice Prior part of one of the four factions in Chicago, Abnegation, is known as a stiff, what the Abnegation are called, goes to be tested to find out what faction she belongs to and she comes out with inconclusive results-- you think this must happen all the time, right? Wrong! This is weird and the person testing her, Tori, tells her not to tell anyone. So she doesn't. Later when she has to pick a faction she picks dauntless where she learns how to fight etc.. and basically the dauntless are like the bad boy cops of Chicago, anyway without spoiling TOO much she learns the repercussions of being Divergent, thus the title of the book, she makes friends, falls in love (in an amazingly written way NO CHEESY SMURGEN SMURG HERE) and there's your novel.

Now, I said that this was the best book to movie rendition and it is. Compared to 99.999999999999999999999999999999999999999% of other book to movie renditions THIS IS AMAZING (I'm looking at you Hunger Games and The Host *cringe*), but they do miss a few aspects of the book, but the only reason I'm mentioning this to you is I was sitting there like a proud mama hen in the movie theater watching that movie (and not shutting up about it to my incredibly patient friend through the entire movie) the CGI was good, they got 95% of the plot, they established 75% of the character relationships and best of all Shailene Woodley and Theo James did a great job portraying the main characters Tris and Tobias (I didn't have much faith but Shailene I applaud you... seriously if I was to ever have kids I would name them after you...haha no I wouldn't that'd be weird, but still...). So yeah, that's that rant.

So, thank you for listening to me rant Divergent is my favorite book-- pulled in by my same friend mentioned above last year and fun fact I saw the new copies of the book where it said this is going to be made into a major motion picture and I refused to buy that one because I was terrified I'd be disappointed again but I was made proud, so shows you don't judge movies by their... other... yeah I've got no idea.

*Disclaimer no disrespect intended to any of the movies/author mentioned above I just feel really REALLY strongly about all this and so that happened...

THANKS AGAIN MY LOVELIES MWUAH!

Side note I realize I've discussed Divergent before but... SO MUCH LOVE

Anyway, I didn't like the trailer to this movie so... I will not show it to you, but if you feel like watching it... IMBd people...

Status Update

I've rejoined figment, and now I'm addicted. It's really late, and I've been typing all night. So, that's my short little update, hopefully I'll add some more stories, etc. Tomorrow... have a great night!

Liar!

I don't know who,
But someone lied to me.
Someone lied to me to get me here.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be.
And now,
What I really want to do is to roll up in a ball of fear.
I want to scream,
But that's all part of growing up, dear.
Lies.
This isn't how it was supposed to be.
Somebody definitely lied to me.
They hung the steak-bone in front of face,
Just to reveal that there was a noose at the end of this race.
Lies.
All of you lied to me.

Status Update

So, I don't know if I do have some random readers that happen to read when I randomly post at extremely random times, but if so, I would love to get random comments on my writing or these type of post. Basically, I've been super busy (as usual), and I typically write the things I post on here within like 5 seconds of when I write them. If you notice, in the previous sentence, I used the word "like" almost as if I was dictating to the computer (but I'm not, apparently I type like I talk). Anyhow, I don't know if any of you have seen the Disney movie "Frozen", but it is the best movie ever. None of this really relates to writing (other than the parts that do). I was listening to this poetry slam, it was pretty awesome. (Abrupt subject change). I'm in Drivers Ed. Show of hands for all of you who care. (Is that the friendly chirp of crickets I hear?) Oh there are so many of you. Anyways, I just felt the need to give you a status update, and now that I have.
GOODBYE!

An Ode to my Week

This is that kind of week.
I shouldn't have to explain what kind of miserable terrible kind of week it is,
But I just did.

The week that begins with Monday.
The week that ends with Monday.
The never-ending cycle of doom that sucks us into it's misery.
It's that type of week.

This type of week,
The Monday type of week,
Makes me think all kinds of violent thoughts that include knives and death and murder and pulling out your eyes.
It's the type of week that makes me want to stomp my feet and scream and throw my hands up in defeat.

I hate these types of weeks,
These Monday weeks.
If I could have one wish,
I would get rid of the miserable terrible Monday kind of weeks like this.
Each week would be the type of Friday week,
The one that lets you take a breath of fresh air.
A Friday week,
The kind of weeks that let you free.
One of those weeks right before a vacation where you'll have too little to do.
That's the kind of week I wish to seek.
One that won't make me stomp, or scream, or throw my hands up in defeat,
But no!
It had to be a stupid Monday type of week.

Knives

It feels like a million knives are stabbing every part of my body, and I never wanted it to be this way. To feel like this. I thought the bridge to death would be this warm, empty chasm of nothingness, but it's not. It's worse than life, and I know why. I took it. I didn't let the bridge come to me, I walked to it, and now I want to walk away from the dark shadowy figure pulling me in. Is this what's it like for everyone? Will this be the last thing I see? Or is it just my imagination, is it just me, my mind, playing tricks on me, again. That's why I pulled the plug, right? To get away. I pulled the knife out of my parent's kitchen drawer, and I closed my eyes, pushing with as much force as possible, but it just didn't seem like it was enough, so I kept going, and I saw the wooden kitchen floor, stained with my own blood. I didn't want to do this to them, but there was no other way, right? The figure is get closer, but I know, I can see it, now, it's all clear, life is better than the nothingness that awaits me. I will be nothing. I will be gone. Will they come home soon enough to find me? Did they already? Am I under the florescent lights of white life-givers. Are they trying to save me? I want to fight. I want to be free. I want to bridge to slowly sink away from me. It's looming over me now, the darkness, it shouldn't be doing that, should it? I'm not going to make it out, am I? I succeeded. I did always say I could do anything that anyone said I couldn't. They said I wouldn't, but I did. I made it. I'm getting warmer. What was wrong before? Why did I want to leave? It's better than I thought it would be. I don't want to fight.

I'm free.

Love: Expressed Through Open Palms, Closed Fist, and Tight Lips

Am I worse?
Do I hit harder, if not literally, figuratively?
Do the imprints last longer?
Do I say sorry?
Am I like him?
Am I worse

I don't want to be like that.
I can't be like that.
I am nice.
I am kind,
But my hand hit her skin.
Am I worse?

What kind of mark did I leave?
I see your face frozen in shock,
In pain,
In front of me.
Can I be becoming this monster?
Can I feel this rage boiling inside of me for no reason?
Can I feel this hatred boiling inside of me,
Exactly where love should be?
Will I be an empty chasm, like him?
Will I be worse?
Am I worse?

I don't want to be like that.
I love you.
Open palmed,
I know it didn't sting your flesh,
But I can't see your heart.
I can't see the heart that I already know is bruised, broken, and cut.
Did I make it worse?
Please tell me that you didn't see him when you looked at me,
Tight lipped,
Angry Eyes,
Open palm.

I know what it looked like,
The monster inside.
I've seen it for too long.
Tight lipped,
Angry Eyes,
Closed Fist.
Another gash sliced through your heart.
Please tell me this one wasn't deeper.
Please tell me this one wasn't worse.
Please tell me this one wasn't the worst you've ever felt.
Please tell me you'll forgive me.

I promise I'll never do it again.

Tight lipped,
Angry Eyes,
Open palmed,
Closed fist.
We are the same,
Aren't we?

Cadaver

Purple-blue skies shimmering above us as we dance under the treetops and their dripping fingers.
Our movements are still.
We are the rivers.
We are the soil you tread over.
We are one with the purple-blues and orange-pinks.
We are one with the shimmering movement across the sky.
We are one with the twinkling blues from the darkness,
But we are not silent.

We can make a difference.
We can feel no pain.
We will bear no burden nor injury.
We will fear no more.
We will be described as little of what we are.
We are much larger than what we are reduced to,
But we are not silent.

We are someone.
We are lovers.
We are friends.
We are gone,
But we are not silent.




Dedicated to the Cadavers donated to science and inspired by Mary Roach.

Crazy

Smile,
I will not be unmasked.
I will not be set free.

Telling that truth,
I am nothing.
Exposed.
Empty.
Naked.

Lies are not evil so much so as they are a protection for the person saying it and the person believing it.

Exposure is evil so much so that the person saying it has no protection and the person hearing it must bear the burden of keeping it.

Truth in Lies post #1

I just wanted to give you your daily dose of encouragement by giving you a little story about me. Me, myself, and I. I am a very weird, strange person and I don’t deny that, but I am also very insecure, and I can’t deny that. For me, the hardest thing in the world is accepting myself and my flaws. I want everything to be perfect, so I guess that makes me a perfectionist. I have many things I do not like about myself, and that makes me feel inferior and uncomfortable and extremely jealous of those who have (or seem to have) absolutely no problems with themselves, and I find it utterly incredible that while I’m sitting here dwelling on everything I want to be and sitting on that latest idea that pops into my head and not wanting to share it because I’m afraid, and I feel, for some reason, writing makes me less afraid of what I am and what I will become if I fail. I know that if I fail on this particular blog there will be no particular embarrassment, or really any consequence at all, but in real life I am afraid to even shout out something that I know is right. Why is that? I have absolutely no idea other than the several ideas that I have that I am too afraid to share. Now, I wish that things were different and I wish I could say that I didn’t want to put everyone else’s feelings in front of mine, but that is not true. I want everyone to be happy, but somewhere in there I lost the happiness that was intended for myself and maybe it was the way I was raised, but that is me, and when I’m not putting my happiness last and everyone else’s first, I happen to be making them miserable by hitting them where it hurts, and I do it on purpose when I’m hurt and I hate that about me, but I’m not saying I’m all negative, and I know, right know this doesn’t sound very encouraging, but trust me it is because I know one day I will break that shell and (hopefully) I will get a step closer by writing this and basically exposing myself as I have before on this blog whether or not you realize it, but this writing is me, and when I say the crimson stains are leaking from her heart to the ground, I’m secretly talking about me, and I’m slowly telling my story, and breaking open that fear to SPEAK. Now, that may all be swell and dandy, but what does it mean for you. Well, I by all accounts am completely crazy, BUT I say to all of you, right now that is better to be completely crazy and comfortable than shy and hidden away, especially in your writing. That purple-red dawn that creeps into the sky I’ve seen and I want you to see it and feel it as your reading my story, and as I SPEAK because it is beautiful if you give it a little bit of time, and I will finally be heard.

I am not a killer.

I am a person.

I am not a sociopath.

I am like you.

Please don’t judge me based on my story.

This is me.

I'm Back (Sort of)

Well, welcome to the new year. (Late!) Ok, so it's been about a month since I last posted anything, and I did say in my other post that I was going to try to post more over my winter break, BUT that never happened. Anyways, now I have midterms coming up, (Yay, midterms?) and I've been super busy, which is probably not a very good excuse. But if it makes you feel any better, I used this winter break as time to work on my old book from TWO WHOLE YEARS AGO (Time really does fly).

Anyhow, I started a new book (not writing, reading) called Stiff by Mary Roach, and now, I'm getting even more sociopath comments than usual. Well, today, I was saying how next year, I'm planning on taking anatomy and physiology because NOW I'm planning to become a nurse/ pathologist technician. Well, I heard rumor that in some anatomy/physiology classes they dissect cats, and I said, "I could never dissect a cat, I would much rather have a human to dissect." Conversation stopped. Keep in mind, I have friends with similar crime/death/science-y passions as myself, so this is the first time I've said that and gotten a negative reaction (Note I said the first time I've said that AND gotten a negative reaction from other people my age. (Sidenote's sidenote: I have said this phrase many a time to my mother's horror)). Anyhow, that leaded to the other participants in the conversation to have other questions like, "Are you a sociopath?" I think it's because I said the "I would much rather have a human to dissect." with a bit too much enthusiasm (I can tell, even through my typing, that I just freaked out a number of you, my pretty little readers. Mwhahahaha.) Regardless of your fear, I felt the need to scare inform you all that I will put more actual writing (and post) back on soon.

Thanks so much for reading this, and go and write something for me!