Shiro

This is my OC, Shiro. This has nothing to do with Journalism, by the way. This is for fanfiction.

The Book Thief- First Article

There are some books that just hit you with a hammer and watch you struggle. The Book Thief is one such book. In this touching, horrifying novel, you follow a girl named Liesel as she lives in Nazi Germany. In this book; though; there is a twist: there’s a Jew in Liesel’s basement, in her foster parent’s German house on a German street in a Nazi world. Liesel’s beloved Papa (Hans Hubermann) keeps his promises, even when it means endangering his life- along with his family’s in the process. The Jew, a young man named Max, changes Liesel’s life in ways that bring death, fear, and love on to her doorstep.
Markus Zusak writes with halting intensity, and the small footnotes and simple yet haunting artwork (courtesy a la Max) add even more intrigue and heartbreaking detail. It’s an important lesson for all people: This was a work of fiction, but yet so breathtaking in its truthful, human story of surviving during the Holocaust and persevering through Death’s grasp. Coincidentally, the narrator himself is someone that Liesel and her close ones encounter frequently: Death.
Through Death’s insightful storytelling, Liesel, her foster parents, and her friends come alive in a way that only true master authors can accomplish. I recommend this book for any person, adult or teen, to read (I don’t, however, recommend this for younger children). The story will grip you; don’t forget to keep your tissues near… or else.

flower: Proving that Sometimes the Simplest Art is the Most Meaningful.

flower: Proving that Sometimes the Simplest Art is the Most Meaningful.
By Aubrey Arnold

Flowers. Before any of you boys reading this run away screaming, I am indeed talking about a video game. The successor of the apparently serene flOw (I have never played it), flower is a stunning visual poem that can both make you smile and give you the chills.
When my dad called me over and told me he’d bought something really cool called ‘flower’, I’d given him a funny look as he walked away into the TV room. I’ve never been so wrong in my life. If you’re hating on it because of the title, leave now or I’ll tape you to a chair and make you play it. The controls master the SixAxis controller’s true powers, unlike a similar attempt that I will call Lame (This is a reference to the controls in a game called Lair- good concept, bad execution. Please, please remake it!).
Indeed, the only button ever used in the game is your choice- you can use your choice of the x, the triangle, the square, or the circle. This is used for the sole purpose of acceleration. Other than that, it’s freestyle flying with the controller! Fulfill your dreams of flying with flower and never again dream of being a flying wind- flower petal- thing ever again! The only issue is that it is much to short.
I may call the meager amount of levels short, but it is by no means sweet. The first two levels will have you in your happy place, but beware of the saddest level I’ve ever played that will jump you and strangle your happy place until it is reduced to smoldering ashes. This game is a ‘visual poem’, and it doesn’t need sob-sob cut scenes and character deaths to make you feel like crap. At first, you explore open fields and beautiful scenic landscapes, but as you approach civilization in the later levels, the tone changes drastically. Liberate sunken buildings, paint them bright colors, and get rid of those ugly old iron things, for Gods’ sake!
This game is (in my opinion) rated E for everyone. Just beware of the scary levels that made me want to scream and run away. Yeah. This time, the kiddies can’t get me… RUN! OH MY GOD THEY ARE COMING, NO!... See you next time.

Okay, this is for fanfiction.net, okay? I know it's crap but, hey, it's better than my last one.

Mewspaper and Bug's Comic (Inking by Me)

THE POEM OF DOOM

the black paper bag by aubrey arnold

he came back from the field one day
covered in grime, he staggered back
to the white city
where people walk with white wool over their
pale faces
past each other, the buildings, their brethren, and the man
(who was really only a boy)
they pause only
to change from Beethoven to Eminem
on their IPods
the wool grows thicker
as they see their parents die and children grow and Presidents change
they begin to sweat
as the wool grows thicker
and they begin to run, to get away from that man
with his dirty clothes
and his fervent searching eyes
and his twitching hands reaching for the trigger that isn’t there
and his ugly long scars
and his filthy boots
and his empty green backpack
and his empty scratched holster
and that black, torn paper bag with gaping
holes for eyes
that rests over his head
sagging slightly
with some old scraps
of wool
blowing away
in the winter wind



And yes, it is supposed to be uncapitalized.

Fanfiction.com

(This is a normal article. This is may favorite site... Respect the nerdiness!)

For All You Nerds Out There…

I was surfing the web one day when I found the best nerd site ever:

FANFICTION.COM.

Yes, fanfiction is one of my favorite pastimes now. On Fanfiction.com, you can honor your favorite book, manga, anime, movie, TV show, or video game plot with your own story! For members of the site, you have a small profile page, a pen name, and the possibility of writing as much as you want! You can read stories other people have written by selecting your fandom (Ex: Naruto, Bleach, Okami, and… dare I say the cursed word… Twilight). Out will pop a whole archive of fanfictions people update and write themselves every day!
To register requires no personal information other than your email. You must have an email address because you need to be notified when you post a new chapter or someone you have alerted does. Alerts are really handy. Story alerts send you an email every time the story you alerted updates. Author alerts notify you when the author you alerted updates any of their stories. You are also allowed to favorite stories and authors, which causes the links to the stories and the authors’ profile to appear on your profile. Some people favorite without shame, but I’m picky.
However, the best feature is not Alerts, Favorites, or even writing sometimes. It’s the power to Review. Reviewing someone’s story is greatly rewarding for the writer and also for yourself. When someone reviews a story without flaming or spamming (I have never seen either of these. The environment is mostly people like you), it is a good opportunity for the author to improve their writing style. You also receive an email when someone reviews your story.
The only catch is to find good writers and read good, professional stories that aren’t ravaged by spelling and grammar mistakes. If you can do this, and you love a certain fandom, you will find endless entertainment in Fanfiction.com. Just don’t give too much personal information in your profile, stalkers are everywhere these days!*

*(At this point, the writer is skipping away whistling a happy, messed up tune. Every time Orochimaru smiles, a puppy dies. Remember the nerd joke, children. It’s not important at all!)

Fire Bringer

Here's another Feature:

Ok, so last time I did a review on The Sight. Now, I’m going to do a review on David Clement- Davie’s first book, Fire Bringer. Now, all that are fans of anthropomorphic fantasy, read on.

This book is written in a detailed,heartfelt style that many readers adore. Clement- Davies has lived in the settings of his stories, like the British Isles and Romania. He has studied the habits of the animals that his characters are and added personality to their simple acts of survival. Addressing the power of humanity in the face of cruelity, you can invision the swaying heather and Rannoch's (the main character) intelligent face. Gleaming black eyes will gaze out of the soft pages.

Fire Bringer again addresses the idea of the power of the Sight. Within the rather large novel, a vivid main character named Rannoch springs out of the fields of Europe. Yes, this book brings deer, called Herla, to life from the pages of Fire Bringer. Join Rannoch and his friends on a tale that is vaguely reminiscent of Watership Down, on to the epic final showdown with a gigantic army of stags with sharpened antlers, and most importantly Rannoch’s inner battle with his fear of combat.

This book is my second- most favorite book, The Sight stealing the glory of first. However, the two novels are extremely close in literary might. This book I would recommend to any age of reader, so read on my friends and discover the wonders or David Clement- Davies!