Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Anger and Hate Are Not Bad

Having anger and hatred in your system is not good for you. I am a prime example after being angry and hateful most of my life I know all too well what it does to a person. It causes issues mentally and physically. It makes being with other people difficult because the littlest thing can make you go over the edge.

Wanting revenge is also a sign of hatred against the people you hate, but some people take it to the next level. Some people actually methodically plan out revenge, and if successful it lasts for a few minutes for the guilt to set in. That way to go is not advisable because the legal system is a pain in the ass taking days out of your life in court. Not worth it.

There is another way to deal with those emotions though. Writing about it. Not using actual names of course, but taking the emotions and using them for something good and constructive. Writing about the situation that you are angry about or the types of people that make you hate or angry, and continually bashing it over and over again until it goes away. Writing about people getting it because of what they said and did. I thought if I ignore the bad things it would go away, but no it turns out it is here to stay.

That is how I found my strength writing about the darker stuff until it does not bother me. I found those emotions as a catalyst to boost me to the next level. I use it like fuel making me write, and that is the reason why I do not feel like writing because I hated those emotions. That is probably the thing that is going to up my writing to the next level because I am turning those emotions into something constructive instead of destructive. I finally accepted what kind of writing I am good at, and how to handle certain emotions instead of letting it ruin my life.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Facebook fan page..

I plan on being a big time author one day, and creating tons of novels, short stories, and poems. I created a facebook page to promote my work. Every author should have one, and as soon as the E-book is done I am creating videos to promote my books. I am hoping to catch an agents attention with everything to show them I can market myself and promote my work.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Intro to new blog review topics..

Hi Guys and Girls,
This blog is for my favorite tv shows, movies, and video games as well as writing. Besides writing I love playing video games, watching television shows and movies. I will only review my favorites the ones I can watch or play everyday. The video games I can play over and over without getting bored. The shows I am excited to watch ever week night. The movies I watch every time they come on. Unforgettable ones that make me think. I will be doing this whenever I have a chance, or went to the movies. I will be doing more when I get an Xbox 360 as well.

These are the video game systems I have:
  • Xbox 360
  • Playstation 2
  • Playstation 3
  • Playstation Portable
  • PC
  • Nintendo Ds  
That is all for now, and until next time.
Wolfdreamer25

Monday, July 18, 2011

Another topic I will review..

Hey everyone,

I love to watch movies, and I will review them if I think they are good. I will also be posting movie reviews as well. I have to keep it short since I am studying for the final test, and I might do a few restaurant reviews as well.

Until  next time,
Wolfdreamer25

Monday, July 11, 2011

Boyfriend is Missing, Ex is a Zombie?


Boyfriend Missing Ex is a Zombie?
By: Jessica Samuels
              
                A tear falls down my face as I looked at Jack’s picture. He is my boyfriend for a few years now. We had a fight, and now he is gone. Jack has been missing for over a week now, and the last time I saw him I had a fight with him. A wet tear falls down my face, and I wipe it off. Remembering that night will tear me to pieces, and it was an awful one. 

Jack never came home after he stormed out, and slammed the door. I thought he went to his Mom’s house to cool off. I called her to talk to Jack, and apologize to him about my behavior. What she said made me nervous, “Oh Strange. He did not walk in the house, but he was here is the yard with a dirty shovel in his hands. He went somewhere carrying  a heavy black plastic bag. I could tell he was struggling with it, but when I asked if he needed help he told me to leave him alone. He left after that, and went somewhere, but did not tell me where. He did not even tell me why he is upset which is even stranger because we always talk. Oh well, better get back to house work.” It was said as if she did not care that her son was missing, and she seemed out of it. I got really worried because she did not even panic either like I am now.
                
His mom hung up to continue doing whatever she was doing  before I called probably continuing to be spaced out like she usually is sometimes stuck in her own world. I hung up still worried as to what happened to him, and thought about it. She was right of course, and what was he doing with a shovel? Odd indeed, and it had me freaking out as well.
              
I thought of all the places where he might have gone, and I want to find the answer to where he is, and what he was doing with a shovel. I visited all his usual haunts, and I still could not find him which was weird considering he never does this type of thing ever. This case of the missing boyfriend is getting even stranger then I thought it would be.
               
 I broke into his apartment thinking he could be there, and I saved it for last because I thought he would be anywhere but here considering he hates to be cooped up in it. I checked his art studio, and made sure he was not there to surprise me. A part of me thought he would set up a place, and make me a nice romantic dinner as a sorry. Eww.. That is so sappy it makes me want to puke. Enough of that I looked around to see if he left anything, and to find clues as to what happened to him. I checked the living room, and I found nothing. The kitchen yielded no results as well.
              
His bedroom was an entirely different matter altogether. I found a few candles in his drawer, and a Book Of Shadows. That might have explained it. I even found a key that led to his basement. A part of me screams, “Do not do it unarmed you stupid bitch. Do you want to end up dead like all the girls that walk into creepy basements unarmed?”

I laugh realizing how stupid it is to go into a basement without a gun or knife. All the dumb heroines do it in the movies, and then they get killed. I thought about how much I now saved myself from ending up dead because I grabbed Jacks gun out of his safe. A desert eagle from Isreal that he got while  serving in the Israeli army . I learned how to fire it thanks to Jack, and he taught me how to load, cock, fire it, aim for the target. He even taught me how to clean it. I get to go with him to the range every Saturday of course if he dies I will not be doing that anymore. I try not to think about that line of thought. I shook my head not really wanting to assume the worst. There must be a logical explanation for what happened to him, and maybe things are not as bad as they seem.

I finally get the courage to open the dreaded basement door, and the basement is huge like an underground world war 2 bunker. I turn on the lights to brighten the already dark room.  The gun is already loaded, the slide is pulled back, and  I aim at the room. I feel kick ass and ready to fire holes in the asshole that hurt my boyfriend. I search the room for more clues, burned down candles found, and a pentacle etched into the dusty floor. Herbs still going, and smoldering over a cauldron? Interesting he must be doing a ritual, but there is no sign of him.

I spot another book on the floor the title, “The Idiots Guide to Exorcisms.” Huh? Damn, and I have a feeling I know where this is going.

I heard something make a scratching noise. My heart started to pound. I freeze up scared out of my mind. I started to panic then I snapped myself out of it because of the Desert eagle in my hand. I aim the gun in places trying to shoot whatever made that sound. I not only see a humanoid shape, but I realize it is a zombie coming towards me, and I know this because I saw Zombieland. I know a zombie when I see one, and I flash back to a scene that makes me remember what they eat. I freeze again and start to panic because I do not want to get eaten right now.  I do not pay attention to the gross details because I do not want to get that close. I certainly do not want to be eaten either.

I aim and shoot. The thing falls down thankfully. I got close to it to see if it is dead. It moved and I aimed for the head, and shot it until its head was severed from its decayed spine. The bangs are so loud my ears rang from the noise reverberating up and down my skull. I began shaking, and I looked at the thing realizing it looked like my ex-boyfriend.

I look over, and who is that I spot? Jack I found him finally, or he found me. Jack looked like a mess dirty clothes, dirt in his dirty blonde hair, and a cut on his lip. He looked around noticed the zombie smiled, and said to me, “ Hey, Mindy. Good thing I taught you how to fire a gun.” I laughed glad to see him. Alive, not undead or dead only injured a little. I reply sarcastically, “Hey dumbass do not ever try to mess with dead things again. I have no idea how you managed to make a zombie when it was an exorcism book. Also if you do that again,” I pointed to the now headless zombie, “I am not going to bail you out if you raise one of those things again, and the next time I will not only let it eat you I will personally shoot you myself.”

I glare at him trying to get him to realize how dangerous this stuff is. I doubt mind control will get through his thick skull anyway. He gives in, “Your right I should never have combined voodoo and exorcism together. You did do a good job with the shooting.”

He hugs me, and I find myself stupid enough to melt in his arms. A part of me understood why he kept the secret from me.

“Lesson learned to not mess with the dead anymore? And to get me dinner, and roses instead for an apology?” He nods, “And by the way it was your abusive ex I rose from the dead. I thought that was a better way to say sorry then making you dinner, but I will do dinner and roses instead. I am a good necromancer boyfriend.”

I looked at him and smiled. He ended up giving me a better gift, and one just as good as him being alive. He gave me closure from the past, and a brighter future to look forward to. Most of all he healed me, and that is something I am very grateful for. I looked at him, “I love you, and I am sorry for fighting our relationship and pushing you away.”

He  got down on one knee, “Mindy will you marry me?” I said the only answer that came to mind. “Yes I will.”

He kissed me and then I realized we will both have a happy life together. The best part? I am free to love as if I never met my abusive jerk of an ex because he is dead, and I will never have to live in fear of him again.
The End

Thursday, July 7, 2011

2 poems, and what I am up to.....

Hey,
                Not many people may know this, but I got laid off on June 29th. I have been focused on school, and writing mainly. I am trying to get an ebook published two of them. One has my short stories, and the other is a poem collection. I do not need an agent for short stories or poems, and most of them will not do it anyway. 

   Which is why I am going to Self-publish both my E-books on Smashwords, and the E-books will cost $5.00, but I might give a free copy to a few people. I have been working hard on picking out stories and poems right now.  I am going to let you read the poems and short stories that I am going to put in the E-Book, but in order to decide which ones to use I will need your opinion.  Honestly just tell me what you think of them, or if it can be improved because I have only myself as an editor.  In conclusion, without further commentary here are a few poems. I will send out more  of my work when I have typed them up.
Poems
Max
This pet is a guinea pig
His name is Max
He is white as snow
With red eyes that glow
He had perky ears
And he liked lettuce a lot
He was 9 years old
Bred from a lab
I rescued him from being hurt
He was really sweet and gentle
He was put to sleep on April 24, 2006
His memory will live on


Marina
It is gone
She is gone
She was black and white
With red eyes
All that is left is her body
Her soul is gone to a better place
Forgotten in the ground
Nothing will be left, or be found
Time will pass
Her body will stay
Then in time it will eventually decay
My poor pet guinea pig Marina
Died because of an infection, and vitamin C deficiency
I forgot when she died
It was in 2006
It was a surprise
Her memory and picture is all that is left
I will never forget her.


Hope you enjoyed this tell me what you think,
Wolfdreamer25

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

New Setup...

Once I get my blog started, and get more followers I will need a new set up to make my corner the base of operations. I will be doing a few ebooks, and trying to make it so I do not have to get a nine to five job like everyone else. A job that has employees, coworkers, and bosses. This is my new setup, and when I get enough money I will be getting a bigger desk, a new chair, and a new desktop. This setup I have now will do though in the mean time. I will come out with more book reviews, but school is a priority until July 20th.
My computer and dual screen hooked up to a key board and mouse. It is basically a laptop hooked up to a screen.

My printer

My writing stuff all together.

My fiction books.

My reference and cooking books

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Why I have waited long to post..

     Right now I am at a new beginning in my life. I just got laid off from work because of a lack of funding, and I still have school until July 20th. I have something brewing up for a while now in my head. I am currently working on two eBooks.

One is a collection of my poems, and one is a collection of my short stories and essays. I already have an artist to do the cover considering I know he is good at it. My goal is to have the collections done by the end of summer.

I am going to be uploading them to Smashwords, and selling them for $5.00. I plan on having the collections for the kindle, and the Nook. I want to get an agents attention with them. I also want to go back to school saying, “Hi, my name is Wolfdreamer25, and I am a self-published E-Book author.” That is my goal for the summer, and hopefully I can make enough to use that as my job instead of getting a boring 9 to 5 job.

That is all for now thanks for reading this,

Wolfdreamer25