Across The Universe: the American Dream's nemesis

Hi dreamers,

Note to self: Reminder. No one reads your posts apart from you, so just share your statements so that when you're older and go back to your blog remember one of the things that made you be who you are or you once were–  the Across The Universe movie, that is.

I was 9-ish the first time I watched it on the movie theater. Little did I know that it would become one of my top 10 all-time favorite movies. It took me 10 years to feel and have this attachment to it. Sometimes it even takes longer. I guess I was lucky– I guess I am lucky.  Had my 9-year-old self known that this movie would have made me feel the way that makes me feel these days– I would have not even believed it back then.

Many people who are not fans of this movie happen to be fans of The Beatles and it is one of the main reasons why they hate this movie so much. It is not just that none of the Beatles appear in the movie, but that (according to some) none of the songs are performed the way the Beatles did. I get it–  but I am myself a huge Beatles fan and I adore this movie so much. What's more, I really like their performance– especially 'Blackbird', 'Oh Darling', 'Because' and 'I Want To Hold Your Hand'.

Back to my latest point, though, this movie was not meant to be taken as a "Beatles movie" or based on them, or whatever, you know. It simply reflects the issues that the latest Beatles' songs meant– and shared in times of war, death, and the need for love and peace– and put them into context. A context which could sadly still be applied to our present days...

In other words, this movie not only does it reflect those messages of peace and love The Beatles shared with the world, but it compares them to the reality of what was happening in that time in both America and the UK– and the world, really. Songs like "Let It Be", "Strawberry Fields", "Revolution", "Across The Universe", "Happiness Is A Warm Gun", "I Want You (She's So Heavy)", among others. The movie reflects them in the main characters's needs and it mainly makes the viewer familiarise and sympathise with them and feel their pain, and sorrow, and dreams vanished because of the reality in which they are living– the American Dream's nemesis.

Apart from the excellent aspects of content, the form in which the film is unconventionally presented is genuinely brilliant. The negatives shots, the distorted sounds, and even the choreography, create this mixture of texture and emotions and sensations in the movie that can easily be seen in a world of constant war– an emergence of radical values towards love and peace and extremely against the authorities, and those who obeyed them, of the time.

I'd love to finish my general view on this film by quoting one of my favourite lines from this movie:

"'I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.' That is so right. You know, and if nobody's everybody then someone can be anybody, right?"

Looking at: Martin Freeman

My increasing obsession with Martin Freeman has become more than a mere obsession so to speak. It is not just me it seems– apparently many people has gone through this kind of feeling recently too. Alongside Benedict Cumberbatch and many other actors, Martin Freeman has become hotter and hotter and I'm going to analyse why and how has that happened.

Clearly, we're talking about Martin's star persona– more especifically (and confusing to separate from the real actor therefore) about what the things these characters that Martin's been playing these past few years have in common. However, because he has appeared in many films and TV series, I thought I would consider just the ones I have seen. Therefore, this post is going to be more about my evolutionary self; how and why Martin Freeman has recently become an obsession of mine and will certainly be like that for some time.

Here is a very summarised content of the filmography I've experienced with Martin Freeman starring in it. As you will see, it is not large at all but I am still attempting to analyse why because there must be a reason and something hidden and maybe not so hidden behind this star persona.

     1- Love Actually (film) 

     2- Sherlock (TV series– 12 episodes) – Oh no!

     3- Whiskey Tango Foxtrot – Naughty Girl

     4- StartUp – Troublemaker and Toxic

So if you've been surprisedly shook by one or some of these four ones mentioned regarding Martin's characterization, bear with me and let this post guide you through a really basic but essential analysis. I assure you it will be a very elementary one because I am no expert of Martin Freeman's but my eyes start to feel really attached to his star persona and so my heart and therefore my mind– it is what it is.

1- Getting to know Martin Freeeman with LOVE ACTUALLY

The first time I saw Martin Freeman was in this film and I remember thinking he is pretty hot– at leasts the scenes he was playing were, no one can deny that of course. The character in this film is very sweet and shy and is falling in love with this colleague whom he meets at work and who also happens to be falling in love with him. Even though this character may seem a bit of a cliché, he may not be. He is a porn star and although it is true he might have get used to seeing naked bodies, I find it really amazing how careful and loveable he is with her.

I've been watching this film every Christmas Eve with my parents ever since we watched it in the cinemas– it is a tradition of ours. We simply love this film. So although the character is not as developed and as well-built as the rest are, I have get used to him– to his gestures, his constant moisture lips. Nevertheless, I never really felt in love with this character– I just liked his personality but that was all. But it is this film, that I may have watched now over 10 times, where I can say I have been seeing this man's face for some time now. 

So this first step in my "obsession process" clearly was a rather large one in which as in any relationship happens– you first need to get to know the person and get used to him in this case. He was always the same because he was framed in this film and besides he only appears for thirty minutes at most– yeah, fair enough. But that doesn't stop me from having the possibility of having internalised this guy in my mind (and dreams– I believe it happened) and becoming part of a family tradition which is saying a lot.

What's more, he has introduced me to this world of sex and love affairs in a rather sweet way and that body isn't everything somehow– because although he had already seen her body, he was amused to get to know her and date her. I mean other guys would be like, I won't waste my time getting to know her if I've already seen her body and interacted with it (I know this sounds so stereotypical and sexist but I am just typing what some guys think like and sure do).

2- Leaving a mark with SHERLOCK (TV Series)

We all know this BBC Sherlock TV series too well. And if you don't and want to watch it– you may want to stop reading this because I am going to mention some spoilers in order to get to John Watson's character truly fully.

Now, before starting talking about John Watson I need to mention something of great importance first. I felt in love with Benedict Cumberbatch very strongly. Ever since that happened, I started watching some fan videos of Sherlock's because I felt I desperatedly needed to see Benedict's character's in a sequence of carefully chosen shots played synchronisedly with some romantic music. 

The thing is that– again, by doing that, because of the strong OTP happening in the fandom between Sherlock and John, I was probably unaware of John's appearings. What's more, I personally think that what ended up becoming an obsession with Martin Freeman began and really sprang with my obsession wiht Benedict Cumberbatch got at a point where I started feeling (or thinking that I was doing so) like Benedict's character did and started looking at John in a pretty different and special way. Funny enough, I reckon it was through Benedict's character in Sherlock that I saw the rather extreme beauty in John Watson (and so in Martin Freeman's) and I started appreciating and consciously noticing him more and more. And when I say 'more' I really mean it. If I ever have to blame anyone or anything for this it has to be Twitter and Tumblr especially.

3- Tasting a new risqué sauce character from WHISKEY TANGO FOXTROT (film)

I have to admit though that had it not been for Twitter, I would probably not have gone into as much research as I have been being recently– those magical, mysterious GIFs– I mean– do you think you do appreciate them enough– what they can do to us and the amount of feels they bring? Well– I think I do. Now, most of them regarding Martin Freeman I realised were from this film and a TV series called Start Up which I will be talking about later on.

There are many things worth mentioning regarding Martin Freeman's characterisation of his star persona in this film: his looks, his voice, his gestures– but first of all– I want to consider the foundation that it is been created so far about him. So overall, it was all based on his personality and his relationship and care for Sherlock.

Now his character in this film has a lot more than just a friendly or loyal personality towards those around you whom he loves. Not only because of the obvious sex scenes that one finds him involved in but his personality– he is naughtier and less pure but still friendly and extremely loyal. And I think that gathering all this things and putting them into one big pot what would emerge is a striking red plant with a risqué sauce making it look so irresistible.

So in Whiskey Tank Foxtrot, Ian (Martin's character) is someone between a good joe and a tough guy– he has both really– also when it comes to morals he understands about life and doesn't let his pride be in control of what is right or what is good for others. But again at the same time– he is a rather naughty guy and is a bit competitive when it comes to women– and there are some spicy and very naughty scenes but that are worth watching.

Something I haven't mentioned yet because it is very much shown in this film is that even though Martin Freeman is British and has a great British accent– he performs a really sexy Scottish accent;  they even make him sing in a karaoke Looking at Ian in a more superficial way (in case I haven't done that already) the looks as a whole look so good on him: the hair and the clothes. I need to thank the whole team behind this film who were in charge of his character because I do think they did an incredible job and outlined the best of Martin Freeman's body altoghether. Thank you!

4- Soul sold in START UP (TV Series)

If it ain't enough with Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, the crew did a great job in this first season of Start Up with Martin's character Phil Rask– Agent Rask. The main reason why I decided to start this TV series was because a friend of mine who also loves Martin Freeman told me he was starring it. Little did I know that I'd end up loving it– now who wouldn't? Because it is very recent for me– and when I say recent I really mean it (I finished this first season yesterday!)– it is going to be a bit hard trying to be neutral or at least trying to organise my thoughts towards this character (because all we know is his present and he seems to have a huge and dark backstory).

To put it in a simpler and understandable way, this character could be compared with the one in Whiskey Tango Foxtrot but more mysterious and hotter. Not only do his looks make him look very attractive but also make his backstory look mysterious and very appealing (so it is a sort of a win-win situation for the spectator). Anyway, either in black or white shirts he definitely looks ready to kill– not to mention his feverish gazes. As a last comparison with Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, however, I do think they did a greater job here in the sense that Phil is definitely a very complex character that both crew and Martin created– such a crooked and elaborated personality that makes you want to melt.

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All in all, I think I can say that regarding these two films and two TV series he has evolved magnificiently as an actor. It is true that I have not watched even a quarter of everything Martin John C. Freeman has been into these years– and therefore I am sure I have not expressed as much astonishment or admiration as he really deserves as an actor, nor do I feel like I am the best one to rate him in any way. However, if I have a say here I indubitably and legitimately think Martin Freeman does leave a mark in his star persona as an actor in every project he has been in.

I am obsessed with him and this increasing obsession will last for some more time– I simply am not over this. I am planning to watch Black Panther and Fargo really soon. I am so happy for his success as an actor and for being such a funny guy and very comprehensive and supportive with his mates. I love him and admire him– it is what it is.

Bewitching Boys? Bugger off!

September 30th already!

Well - hello dreamers, my dearest ones!

I know. What's this post about, girl? Only one post on this ending month and of all the things to be talked and described in this world, all the actually possible beautiful things, you just happen to came up with this one. I guess it shows an actual summary of what's been happening this course. See? I know. 

Now, before you continue this not-worth-it and massive bubble of conclusions (which maybe no one will ever do as no one reads this bloody blog, only 3 of me do: my past, present and future), let me get more and more into the big point of today's (tonight's, already! Guys – September 30th is being – and not for much time now!)

This month's been great, really. It's just that whenever I feel like writing, Time takes it away from me. You may relate to that. Don't pretend you don't. Everyone gets to know Time, once in one's life at least. Anyway, it's almost 9 pm (it's actually almost 8pm, but not sure how long will this take me having Time right on my shoulders and on my hands as trying to make them go faster and faster).

As always, lots of introductory paragraphs and by the time I get to the main point which brought me here actually, it'll be probably midnight and September will be forever summarised as: in albis, noughts, nada, rien, nichts.

Perhaps I should therefore not continue this. But – oh bugger! How many times have I told you it's September 30th, already! I just can't believe it, can you? As you probably know by now, I promised myself I'd be posting a post (oh, Redundancy appeared on a post of mine, once again! Well hello dear, thanks for ruining my already limited English word box) once a month, at least! So – big surprise – time's almost up! Need to post something. Don't think for one second I'm that vague. I mean, guys, I've been thinking about this post almost ten hours earlier today, so don't blame me – not today (if you happen to be one of the only people in this world who actually read my posts; that would be a big surprise, indeed).

Dear "Bewitching Boys" and dear romantic comedy films that make their existence possible: Bye.

And it doesn't help me dealing with the real thing – the actual struggle. Love, that is.

I love watching films. But there's only one thing I cannot help preventing my eyes from: seeing – nice and freaking perfect attractive guys! C'mon. It is fairly tested that it's an unhealthy way of killing young hearts.

What good they do on us? Highly-deadly false emotional expectations. Stop 'treating' my eyes as if they were part of an idiot thingy.

Films create the guy who everyone loves and wants, but no one gets to meet or even see in their entire life – ever. Magic? Nah – I'd rather call it: A buggered bugger of buggers. Urghh!

Dear film-makers, film-producers, film-writers, film-costumers... dear ALL who made:

Bridget Jones diaries, Pride And Prejudice, Sense And Sensibility, Roman Holiday, Notting Hill, Love Actually, MammaMia, Breakfast at Tiffany's, Must Love Dogs, Ghost, You've Got Mail, Sabrina, and many more possible:

Sincerely,

Me x

Adding Words To Static Views #1

Hello, daydreamers!

Welcome to: Adding Words To Static Views section.

This is a new section I'm very, very excited to announce you!

As you all may know by now, I love reading as much as I love writing. What I love most, however, is challenging myself. And this is a new challenge I thought of, some weeks ago.

This section is about two main things: a photo + some thoughts.

I'm going to be posting a photo per post (a random photo) and then comment from 3 to 10 thoughts based on what I see and what inspires me and stuff like that.

But here's where you can participate on this:

I'll be posting a random picture each month at the beginning of it, so that you can comment your own thoughts on what you think of it, what inspires you when you look at it, etc. And then, at the end of the month, I'll update the post adding my own thoughts.

Because this is a new section on my blog, on this first post, I'll add my thoughts on this random photo already, so that you can see how it's going to be like.

Without further do, let's get started!

#1 (an advert taken from a magazine)

Thought 1:

We think we love sth or sb, but it's not after one judges what we do to them in order to make them happy that really tell us whether we love them or not.

Look at where the guy is looking at – apparently, the horse. His eyes go right towards the horse's reins, not the horse itself. So he thinks he loves him because he's protecting his horse with those reins. Look at the horse's eyes, however. Eyes speak for themselves.

Thought 2:

This guy is on a suit, so he is apparently a gentleman who is right on the left of the horse, at the same stage. This could be understood as the fact that we, humans, are not always right or as right as we think. Also, we all are equal, men and animals. No matter how we dress or what we look like, there's equality within us. We all belong to the same planet.

Instead of looking at the horse, he is looking at his very reins. In other words, what surprises him isn't the horse itself, but the reins. He's trying to take them off the horse.

Thought 3:

None of them are looking directly at the picture, but it is noticeable that it does not look natural. It's a black-and-white picture, but the watch keeps playing and moving. It's the only thing in the picture that moves. Nothing else.

Thought 4:

The man, whose watch is pretty meaningful, is smiling. We're not sure why or what makes him smile. Obviously, it cannot be the reins of the horse what makes him do so, but something else. That increases one's curiosity which makes the advert achieve its purpose of us staring at it.

He might be smiling because time stops when he is with his horse. He's a business man, so time is gold, except when he's with his horse. He's attached to him, which might be shown with the reins; the reins demonstrate his affection towards the horse and that he is strongly attached to his horse.

It is impossible to fight against time, but against an animal – that is morally impossible. 

Thought 5:

This newish advertisement is in black and white, a contradiction. Speaking of possible contradictions, there's another one: gentleman (which reminds us of new times) and horse (old times). The man is attached to time, the horse to his reins.

The symbolism linked to this man is his business life (whiteness), as well. The horse's symbolism would also be his reins (blackness). Notice the man's appearance: whitish. The horse's is blackish, no joke. Look at it carefully. There's more white in the man's side and there's more black in the horse's.

Thought 6:

The horse is not happy because he wants the watch his owner has. And yet, the horse is still linked to him. Those reins are new, but the horse is not satisfied and the man knows it and that's why he may be smiling.

I think that what sums up this picture very well is: 'Eyes speak for themselves.' (Thought 1)

Let me know down below which thought was the one that you thought of the first time you saw this advertisement! Which of these 6 thoughts you liked the most? Which ones did you think of?

Much love x

My uncle's advice

Hello you dreamers!

I need you to be sort of serious, now, if you please. This post I'm about to share with you, guys, is directly linked to my family and my academical experiences. Nothing to be fooling around, really.

I was talking with my uncle about how my first year at University had been and what I learned and what my thoughts were on how it went and my expectations through this degree and life, etc. Indeed, a very profound discussion. The thing is, I told him I sometimes wondered whether I had made the right chose.

You see, I'm studying English Studies at University because I wanted to. I've always been captivated by each and every aspect related to the English language, history and culture. Nevertheless, I cannot deny I've sometimes imagined myself in another field and how much fun I would have had, if I had chosen a different field, being not the case. I've always been both jealous and fascinated every time my mum and my uncle talk so passionately about scientific things and I've always wanted to join them jumping into the field they once decided at my age.

It is then that I said to him – 'I think I should've studied Science.'

And he suddenly replied, without even thinking nor blinking – 'Don't say that. Don't ever say that, again, Alba.' – He stared at me for some seconds before adding, cautious and meaningfully– 'Don't misunderstand me, but you should not change your decisions because other fields might look simply better or because people around you, like your mum and I, prefer a field you did not choose at first. Remember, no field is better or worse than any other. All fields are interesting, have its own beauty and its own importance. Don't underrate one because of what you hear or because of what you fear.'

And he went on. As you can imagine, I had a very serious, intense and important discussion with my uncle Tete, yesterday afternoon. Serious, yes, but utterly educative. He expressed his positive views on: being curious about the things you want to learn about, reading what you like, studying what inquires and intrigues you the most, among others.

Then, I came up with the idea of sharing it with you seeing how it really modified me. Usually, one does not realize how important it is to talk about these avoidable and obvious aspects we all take for granted. Ironically, it so happens that the things we take for granted are the ones that cause us most of the problems and difficulties we tend to deal with, almost daily.

Although I may not express it with the exact words he used, I'm going to try and do my best so as to give you at least a clear idea of the main things he remarked.

According to Mr. Villagrasa, as he must be accurratedly referred to, there has always been great and genius people out there, and will always be; but that does not have to affect those who, in comparison to them, are not (or think are not). Instead, try to make small steps, don't expect to do great things.

In other words, don't give up at the first signal of failure whichever situation or case you are dealing with, give it another go instead, but making sure not to commit the same mistake you just did; find new ways of doing it, just like Mr. Edison did a hundred times. It is those hundred times that mattered, not that one time he succeeded, for instance.


It so happens that we tend to give up and avoid the things that are most difficult to achieve, but, as my uncle said: ' It is a wrong mistake, indeed'. And that made me think of one of the small posters I own since I was almost nine years old, a gift from my mum's. In the poster, there are eight coloured figures, (like this one)–

–and each figure is located in a different tread of a stair made of eight treads, if you follow me. So the interesting part of the poster I am trying to illustrate you, comes just now: each tread has a sentence and each figure represents that sentence as if they were saying them:

  · 1st (and, therefore, lowest) tread: 'I won't do it.'
  · 2nd tread: 'I can't do it.'
  · 3rd tread: 'I want to do it.'
  · 4th tread: 'How to do it?'
  · 5th tread: 'I'll try to do it.'
  · 6th tread: 'I can do it.'
  · 7th tread: 'I will do it!'
  · 8th (and highest) tread: 'It is doable!'

Hopefully it's been illustrative enough for you to picture the idea of it and its meaning. One has to figure out, in every situation they're dealing with, in which tread they are and whether they want to stay there or go upstairs. And it is as simple as that!

Back to my uncle's advice, try not to compare to anyone but your past self and your present self. That is very important. You can always contribute something somewhere, even if it is in a small scale. And, moreover, when it happens, most of times, you won't realize that it is thanks to you that someone somewhere is being, has been or will be, influenced by you, positively. That's why one must stick to their beliefs and their real purposes and dreams towards one's present and future.

When it comes to languages, he pointed me out that by learning a different language, I can learn many a thing, including Science. Speaking of this, English will allow me to learn more and interesting aspects about a different culture and compare them to the ones I've been brought up with and, therefore, this will make me build a critical point of view towards two different cultures, for instance.

As I mentioned a few paragraphs above, motivation and curiosity are two of the most important aspects that one has to take care of all the time. If you wonder what kind of food otters eat or how far the Earth is from Saturn or even what it's an Eskimo lifestyle like, go to the library and pick up a book related to that or, much better, take your phone or computer and go to websites like Wikipedia or Youtube and allow yourself to satisfy that hunger and curiosity within yourself that asks you so fiercely to feed. Nowadays, it is so easy to satisfy one's curiosity, really!

One of the last things my uncle stated was that it is not worth spending one's time looking for everything to be learnt, because it is out of someone's hands to do so. One has to go step by step, dream by dream, curiosity by curiosity, one at a time. Otherwise, you'll suffer unnecessarily.

Finally, taking one of Albus Dumbledore's advice:
("Help" being "knowledge"'; and "Hogwarts" being "one's mind"')

Thank you, uncle!
Thank you, Dumbledore!
Thank you, reader, if you've stuck with me until the very end of this post!

Literary Game: A Bee With No Stinger #2

Hello, dreamers!

First things first, yes, this is another post related to this one I recently posted.

This story I wrote a few days ago is quite peculiar because the character that I randomly chose from the box was a very annoying one. And I thought I would give him the end that he deserves, personally. About a year ago, I read the first two books of the After series (I was going to link a website where you can hear more about this saga, BUT I'm not gonna do it. It simply doesn't deserve it. And no, I don't like this saga, at least the first two books which were about pretty much the same thing.)

I love reading books and, among all the books I've read up to date so far, there are only three books I'll always consider to be "not good enough", "not literature", "a complete disaster", however you wanna call it. I call it rubbish, with no commas in-between.

Look, I am a very tolerable person, specially when it comes to book characters, but there are things I simply cannot tolerate. When something I find completely wrong and, annoyingly, the author paints it as if it were a good thing, in reality, and the problem was that people cannot understand nor see the point of view and the reasons why that person who is doing wrong things actually do them, that is what I hate. Look, it is obvious that all people, bad ones and evil ones (although there is only in-between, there is no "bad" people nor "good" people), do things for a certain reason they have in mind. But what I am discussing and arguing here is not the fact that this annoying character I'm referring to is doing those horrible things for no reason, cause there must be a reason, but the fact that whichever one he is thinking of, it is certainly not a good one. To put it in other words, he is mentally insane and needs some heavy and long-term psychological help. But as I tried to say a few lines above, what drives me crazy is that in the book this character is seen as a poor one who needs to be understood and, to make things worse, it is the female character Tessa, who is being constantly abused by him, that says so and makes the reader believe that, actually, the victim is the one that needs to change because the other simply cannot. This gets me crazy.

At first, when I read the first novel, I thought, wow, I guess teenagers love this book because of how well this story shows how manipulation and abuse looks like from a victim's point of view. But, what did I start finding out? That, actually, girls loved the male's character because they put themselves into Tessa's shoes! What–even–! That guy needs help, girls! Come on, he sh*gged with her because of a bet he did with his other friends. C'mon!

  You may have now an idea of what this character signifies to me and specially seeing how girls react to it, as if he was a hero or who knows what. 

  So here you have the story I created from what I randomly got. Enjoy it yourselves. I advertise you, this story of mine is full of sarcasm it is up to you whether you interpret it literally or sarcastically. Enjoy it! Seriously!

A BEE WITH NO STINGER

Character: Hardyn (After series)

Element: alien

Element: bee

Element: light -> idea

He was...

...a good guy.

...a very good guy.

He was, in fact, perfect. That's what he always thought. He had a perfect life and he could not be disgraceful for that. Everybody loved him.

At least, that's what he thought. He was the only one who thought of him and who would describe him as such. There was this day when, apparently, everything turned its logical appearance. He didn't understand it why. Luckily, he never will. No. Not after what happened. Not after what we did. What I did.

That what was that? Oh, well, I guess you'll just have to wait until I let you know what, how and even why I met this – human, I guess.

Hardyn. Hard-In. Garden, in Spanish. Himself. He was playing with a girl named Tessa, literally and metaphorically speaking, something he would do. To make things clear, he loved her as much or even less than I love him. Ew, I don't think I've ever mentioned 'love' and 'Hardyn' in a single sentence.

Before you start forming an opinion of my character, let me tell you I've got all the good reasons to think ill of him. I do. Quite frankly, how am I supposed to be bothered about it if you don't even know my name yet?

Humanalien. That's what they call me. I am not a hybrid thingy, at least not anymore. I'm in charge of finding out all the alive rubbish inhabiting this planet that are, for many centuries now, materially humanised (or hidden in a body, in most cases). Now, Hardyn was one of them – slightly different.

I was lurking in the space, as usual. What happened was I didn't have to get closer from where I was, although it was miles and light years away from there. It was very noticeable the tiny walking petrol moving in the Earth. Hardyn.

I got closer, because I knew that what I had seen would go down in history. I got advantage of my endless energy within my arms and got closer and closer. And then there he was, abusing the girl I later on came to know as Tessa. I didn't have to think much to know what I would do, and I did.

Once he was killed, bodily speaking, I transformed him from a 'he' into an 'it', a bee. Not a common one, though, for he was not a common guy, in the bad sense. Because he was used to bite people so frequently, I didn't think he would bee in need of a physical stinger. He owned one already in his tiny little brain (which was, by the way, the only part of his body that wasn't transformed; it was so small, there was no need to). I totally respected that and that's why I did what I did. 

Don't think ill of me, now. He's allowed to go and find food to feed himself. You see, he's perfect now (or should I say it?). There's something I did for him (it) as well: whenever he tries to approach a flower, he'll feel as if someone or something bits him. I know how considered of me it is to do so. You're welcome.

It is now time for you to burn this information from your brain and never ever let anyone read about this non-existence 'Hardyn', but about a bee with no stinger.



I hope you liked this story. I enjoyed writing it! It's short, but as short as this character deserves. ;)

Bye xxx

Literary Game: A Nephew Gotta Do What A Nephew Gotta Do #1

Hey dreamers!

I know, I know, I know. It's been way long time since my last post. I apologize, very sincerely. But, you see, I had my finals. Plus, my Internet did not work pretty well.

Anyway, on Christmas holidays, my parents got me a "Stories Cubes" mini-kinda box which, for those who don't know it, is a kind of fun literary game that consists of creating stories by rolling the nine dices that go within that little box, here is a picture:

Let me tell you, beforehand, this game has its rules and instructions, but just like all games it is up to you whether you follow them or create new ones! Specially this type of game that the only thing that definitely requires is creativity.

In case you wonder, here are the things I decided to follow and the ones I created myself, to make it more challenging and, personally, way exciting:

According to the instructions, it can be played by many a user, it is certainly suitable for all kind of users: from children to old people. One throws the nine dices and has to create a story (you can even choose, to make it more challenging, how long will it take for each user to think of a story and tell it to the audience, if any). You can play this game on your very own! I assure you it's lots of fun! :D

So I thought of adding a little box I own in which I've been putting tons of different books' characters' names that I would randomly choose (from 1 to 2 or even 3 pieces of paper) per story. Also, I would create the story by throwing only three dices at a time, making it easier, perhaps.

Without further do, here's the first story!

A NEPHEW GOTTA DO WHAT A NEPHEW GOTTA DO

Character: Dolores Umbridge (Harry Potter)
Character: Kirtash (Memories of Idhún)
Dice 1: Night
Dice 2: Turtle
Dice 3: Foot

  Kirtash was Umbridge's nephew. They hated each other. They first met when Kirtash went to Hogwarts and got sorted in Slytherin and discovered his aunt, his hateful and disgusting aunt, would be his teacher and headmistress of Kirtash's house. He was disappointed.

  Not only did he receive twice punishment and unluckness among all Slytherins, but from her. She was a devil woman. That's why Kirtash decided it was time for a change. And he certainly did something to accomplish it. Therefore, one night, Silent's Night, on Christmas times, Kirtash was deliverately telling everyone he knew that he'd go some time away because of some family business. He sealed the Marauder's map so that he made sure no one was walking by, and went right to Umbridge's office.

- Who is this? –Umbrage whispered, starting to get quite nervous, as always. She knew or, at least, had that feeling that something was about to happen concerning her. But she got closer to her shinny-pinky door and unlocked it, determined.

- Hello, dear aunt. – began Kirtash, grimacing, – I just wanted to give you a Christmas present. I thought you'd like to receive it. You seem to like surprises, don't you, dear aunt? – he smiled at her, quite sarcastically, as he always did. He, however, didn't stop glancing at her fiercely. And with those incredibly big green eyes brightened by the blueish moonlight, coming from one of the small windows and in contrast with that annoying and carcinogenic rosy colour. Umbridge couldn't help it but make a gasp of horror and incredulity. It was the first time in very long that someone offered her a Christmas present.

- Oh– not at all, darling– not at all. You didn't have to, though. I'm all astonishment, not gonna lie. What is–

And within three or five seconds, Kirtash took off his wand he was patiently holding behind his robes and cast a spell he knew too well.

- You must not tell lies, dear aunt. You know that well. Oh– didn't wait for– what was your question again? Never mind. You see, I just thought it'd be more surprising and amusing if I just gave you my Christmas present. Happy Xmas!

That very night, as a dragon, he took her with his enormous paws and went eastwards the Hogwarts' lake, far away from the castle. He had transformed her into a tiny and pinky turtle.

- A nephew gotta do what a nephew gotta do. –he said, smiling at her, very sarcastically. He then, took all his energy and threw her away where no one could ever see her or hear her again, there with the merpeople and other creatures who would be pleased to meet her.

Did he ever regret what he had done? Not at all. He never ever did (and never will).

(In case you wondered, this post was not sponsored at all. I just love this literary game! And I wanted to make sure I mentioned it here to share it with you, guys!)