Why my current WIP is not Christian Fiction?


I am a Christian and I don’t label my current WIP as Christian . Here is why..

My story, currently titled Fallen World is not Christian Fiction but does mention God, adoption, and salvation but I do plan on publishing this book traditional and I know for sure the publishers will not label my story as Christian.

There is nothing bad in the story. There really isn’t any romance. I don’t swear/cuss in the story. Its really the graphic side of it and the deep themes I go into.

There are several scene where I go into detail about things most people don’t want to talk about. I mention the inside of an abortion clinic, small summary of what the abortion process is, a go into detail of a house that once was used for sex trafficking, the problems against it, a speech of ex. sex assault victim, and the criminals for sex assault.

I mention the LGBT community but the darker side of it all.

The plot of the story is basically if we reversed certain laws back to illegal but would happen. A rebellion against the people against the government aka America rebelling against the Truth.

There is violence along with the graphic detail. There are gun shootings and others things I haven’t plot out or brainstormed yet. Its a bit the adult fiction side of things. Unless you like violent books.

Would you consider this Christian? Because I honestly don’t. Let me know in the comments below.

Last night, I hit 100 followers on this blog and to celebrate I am going share a snippet of my story… Enjoy!!

Metal cages were shook and we slide away from each other. Slipping as we raced toward each other but failing miserably. Thud! My head pained me as I touch my forehead. Blood drips from my head and I notice everyone was caught by a net and somehow I missed the mark. 

“Attention.” Heaving stomping and a woman speaks and my head spins as blood splashed everywhere. 

That woman is not from around here. Her pale skin. Brunette hair. What is she wearing? A suit. I thought men wear them. 

“It has come to my attention, aliens.”

I pointed a finger at her and walked over to her as my friends stared at me. “Aliens, the aliens? You might think you so high and mighty but no you are a stranger here. You invade our land for some reason, I have no idea. You cage us for fun. Are you planning on trafficking us next? Please hun, I am bleeding to death.”

Click. Click. She walked toward me with those devilous pointed heels. “Excuse me, and who are you?”

I reached my hand toward her but pulled away back in place as she stared me down. “Well, not friendly then. Estella and who might you be?”

“Officer Dipper.”

I laughed and knew it was a fatal mistake. Bang! I looked behind me as one of my friends fell. Something fell across the room and hit her in the gills. Water spilled out as she fell forward and then the rush of green blood came next. Panicking as no one moved. My eyes looked up as Kaius’ mouth was open and he stood in shock. I scrambled over and pressed my fingers into her wound. My reflexes jointed as I could feel a vomit coming but pushed it down. Naida was more important. A cold took over me as I watch her blood and water freeze. I looked up as Officer Dipper raised eyebrow. “Kaius help me, you idiot.”

His head shook as I rolled my eyes. Pushing through the crowd, I watched him take Naida from me. “Estella, what are you planning? There is no way out.”

“Oh, darling. You know nothing.”

Dipper crossed her arms. “And what do you plan on doing, alien?”

“My name is Estella, stupid.” My eyes widened as the bleed that once dripping from my forehead disappeared and the thing replaced it was a frozen icicles. Shattered as red icicles fell from my head. “That’s new.”

Officer Dipper snapped her fingers as people of some sort came in. They wore rubber spandex suits. Astronauts, a thing of myths. “Kill her.”

Thanks so much for reading!!!

One of the rawest things I will ever publish

This collection of works, I plan on publishing mid September. The truest and rawest things I have ever written. Poems that showcase my struggles through the years, the loss of a childhood friend , and a family member. A best friend to friend and now to acquaintance. My feelings of breaking free from a crush. Liking someone who I will have to avoid even more since I did send this collection of works to him. Because for some reason, I was brave enough to do that. Now wishing I should go back in time and reverse everything. Yeah, now to wait for his reply. The worst moments for the rest of my life.

(If you are reading this, and you know who I am talking about it and if this thing I wrote for is real. And my feelings are real. And now I am currently hate myself. And if this things blooms into something more. I was the first to tell my feelings and not you. Yeah.. email or text me instead of talking to me because I will probably avoid you for the rest of my life. And no, I don’t hate you. I am afraid of embarrassing myself and looking like a complete idiot.

Poetry is probably the only time, you will see me be true of myself. To express my feelings to the public. A creative output that allows me go free verse. I am not afraid of what others think of my poetry. Its free and its my own. Be grateful, I don’t have a good voice because I could be singing my feelings. That pro in all of this.

Just wanted to tell you something about this collection of works. New post coming this Saturday.

Genre: Classics Book Marathon

And we are back!!!

As seen from the title, I am going on a classic book reading marathon. I have thirty something books minus Agatha Christie books, I have on my shelf. I am slightly those types of books. And here me, telling you what I define a classic book to be.

A classic book defined for me would a book written in the ancient times until 1980s. Sorry Harry Potter, you are not a classic in my books. Bye.. 🙂

I began to be obsessed with book genre of classics after taking Literature in High School. Thank Mrs. Bailey. Thank you.

There are rules, I plan on keeping while doing reading:

I am not allowed to quit reading a book. I must finish it fully. I can’t quit even if the story is slow, full of language and romance.

I have to rate the story and review it even if its just a sentence or two.

Here are all the books minus Agatha Christie, I plan on reading. There is no order in which I am reading them.

The Tell Tale Heart and Other Writings by Edgar Allan Poe

The Brothers of Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky

The Stubborn Heart by Frank G. Slaughter

Annie Jordan by Mary Brinker Post

The Curse of the Kings by Victoria Holt

Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell

Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens

A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

Little Women by Louisa Alcott

Little Men by Louisa Alcott

The Catcher of The Rye by J.D. Salinger

One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich by Alexander Solzhenitsyn

The Paradiso by Dante

All Creatures Great And Small by James Herriot

The Mill on the Floss by George Elliot

Middlemarch by George Elliot

War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy

Plato

Selected Lives And Essays by Plutarch

Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton

Black Beauty by Anna Sewell

Othello by Shakespeare

King Lear by Shakespeare

Chariots of Fire by W. J. Weatherby

Gulliver’s Travels by Jonathan Swift

The Hiding Place by Corrie Ten Boom

The Merchant of Venice by Shakespeare

Hard Times by Charles Dickens

Not A Tame Lion by Terry Glaspey

Poetry of the New England Renaissance

Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

O Pioneers by Willa Cather

Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe

Howard’s End by E.M. Forster

If you survived that list, make sure to follow my blog. I am so close to 100 followers. Bye. 🙂

Downton Abbey Series Review

All Spoilers are revealed. If you love Downton Abbey, leave now. This is dislike rant. A “hate” of this TV show. This is my opinions so you can dislike what I say but please don’t hate me in the comment section below. Lets begin..

Downton Abbey:

Downton Abbey is a historical period drama television series set in England in the early 20th century, created by Julian Fellowes and co-produced by Carnival Films and Masterpiece. (Wikipedia summary, not mine)

To describe the main characters in one word.

Robert Crawley: Pig, slut Reason: when his wife was sick, he decides to sleep with the lady’s maid, yikes.

Cora Crawley: Flirt

Lady Mary: Slut, Slut, and slut…. Sleeping with the foreign guy, he dies.. and then she is part of a scandal.. Sleeps with a man for a week and then refuses to marry him.. And somehow doesn’t sleep with the two people she marries… ok then…

Lady Edith: Adulterer and Blackmailer, She is a slut but didn’t choose to sleep with every guy she liked which was rare. First guy she sleeps with, gets pregnant, has a child and goes crazy and instead of telling her parents, she hides for the longest time only for the father found out last…

Lady Sybil: A “rebel”.. aka she married a man lower than her class… my favorite..

Footman Thomas: Gay, and no one is wants to tell the law but everyone knows he is gay.. ok then.

Dislikes:

Sex scenes in detail, details mentioned above, maids hooking up with guests of their boss,

Sodomites: Thomas, footman, Philip, Duke of Crowborough

Everybody gets away. Edith gets her happy ending even when she tells the truth about her daughter

Love: Feud between Isobel and Violet

Alfred…

OTP John and Anna Bates

Lady Rose’s behavior

Rating the show: 2.9 star… I am not that heartless

I would recommend for those who would like to watch it.. be 18+.. The first episode surprised me when I first watched it.. If you enjoy BBC or Poldark and can surpass the inappropriateness of the show, you will probably like it.

What show or movie, should I review next?

In the comments below, let me what your review is on this show…

Dear Hollywood, get some new ideas. Sincerely everyone

Dear Hollywood, get some original ideas. Stop redoing the old movies. Midway, stop taking history and mixing it into your own way. Stop using musicals and turning them to movies. *coughs* Cats… yeah, I know what the original is, yeah, I know I am old.

Lets take Endgame Marvel. Instead of ending a franchise with that movie. Lets make Black Widow, all though the actress did say in the first making of Avengers, she didn’t want a movie but of course, we want more money. Lets add some marvel TV shows have more money. Like they don’t have enough money already.

So, we have no good ideas, so use death as entertainment. Its perfectly fine to use triggering topics like suicide, self harm, and depression. I know Netflix is not Hollywood but they make movies and for me anyone who makes money. Or I can use Me Before You since it was made by Hollywood. To summarize the movie: A romance between a caregiver and disabled man. Then at the end of story, the caregiver supports the disable man committing suicide. What? This love, people say. I am so confused. Then when you see on the news that a girlfriend is committed a crime when she pushes her boyfriend to commit suicide. I know not the same thing but sort of is. Its not realistic. And how is a great movie, hmm?

And then Netflix drama, I have. 15 Reasons Why…. After it aired, I heard on the news that teen girls were committed suicide and only later did the mourning parents find out its from this show.. And this show is great, how? Celebrities applauded it while kids are killing themselves. Like, am I the only one noticing that?

Then lets you get to the some way deeper.. toxic relationships…. And the movie, I am about mention is a rated R movie and no, I have never seen it and no I don’t plan on doing. The reasons I know of this movie is every since the movies came out, ads of it kept opening everywhere for it, TV commercials, or Pandora/YouTube/Spotify ads. I had to cautious when my siblings around making sure it was muted when the ad would show up. Fifty Shades of Grey. Summary basically: girl met rich boy, he tortures her through the movie, she thinks it love, they get married, and then he gets killed. I don’t get it. People love it. Its R movie, yes, but people loved it. But when in the news, people abuse other people, its a bad thing. And this is looked upon with great entertainment. Yeah.. get a better perspective Hollywood.

Even as a Christian, I know some people are sick of Hollywood’s ideas and perspective of things.

Don’t remake old movies, when you have no movie ideas. Don’t treat something dangerous as entertainment. Start asking the public what they would like for a movie. Maybe make book adaptions, people want to actually see.

Dear Hollywood, make get new ideas,

Sincerely,

Everyone!!!

Life is Precious



They told you that God is love. But you don’t see that. You were abandoned in an event of your life. A loved one died. You were abused. You were raped. An unexpected pregnancy. All the emotions hit you hard like a hurricane and then you blame Him. You think maybe if I curse Him, I will feel better. Or if I just give myself to the world by blood and death everything will be over.

Now you lay on a marble bathtub in the middle of nowhere in a motel room. Staring at the ceiling and question if killing yourself will satisfy your needs. But lets just pause there before you do anything rash.

What is the reason for this action? Is it to satisfy your needs like I state above? Or do you think people applaud you after you kill yourself? And I wouldn’t be lying if people actually say or do that?

Lets pock at a TV show that reflects this. 13 Reason Why. A teen girl kills herself because she was raped and blackmailed. People enjoy this show. Of course, things after this show aired that you wouldn’t suprised that people petitioned it to be canceled. The reason is that killing oneself is like a joke. Its entertainment. Young girls were triggered from this show and killed themselves. Only for the parents to learn later after they died what the cause of it all. This is sickening.

Lets stop take another example of selfish love. Me before You by Jojo Moyers. This story is disgusting. An disturbing ending for a popular romance book. I am confused why is this a great story? I love you so much that I support yourself killing yourself in an illegal matter. If you can’t live life as a paralyzed, then should murder yourself. And no, I am not ratting the author. I am just stating my opinion.

See that I changed killed to murder yourself because you are murder a body even if its your own. God states, “The soul that sinneth, it shall die.” (Ezekiel 18:2)

Murder is the seven deadly sins. Murder is a criminal, unholy, unrighteous act. Murder is like following the footsteps of the Devil. A fallen angel who only wants to kill all men.

This will be finally example before I make my conclusion. I told myself I wouldn’t mention politics but really. It only started in the politics ever since the bill came up several years ago. And if you guessed it how does it reflect selfish love? Women’s rights even when women’s bodies don’t belong to us. Everything comes from God so why this now? People want to be feminist and think their feelings are more important than the Creator that made them. And for killing an unborn baby is ok? Maybe you are some who are against my views on the matter.

So what if you had to watch your child as baby be ripped from womb and killed right in front of you? Or watch as your child thrown in a pit of beasts and they rip she/he apart. That is ok? The only difference in the modern world is that we are put to sleep for the process so how really knows what the doctors at abortion centers are actually doing.

Life is Precious. Don’t risk your own. If you are now question me, how can I be saved from all of this? I almost thought of killing myself and have killed an unborn child. Don’t lose hope. God is love. He will cleanse and forgive. And if you don’t believe me.

Christ healed and forgave a leprosy, adultery, a thief, murderer, lesbian, liar, sinner, prideful man, a greedy man, an envious man, etc. Christ heals all men with any background. He doesn’t care what gender or race you are. He loves you.

" When the righteous cry for help, the Lord hears and delivers them out of all their troubles. The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit. Many are the afflictions of the righteous, but the Lord delivers him out of them all. He keeps all his bones; not one of them is broken"- Psalm 34:17-20


Now you want help. Or you don't know what is next. I am no expert. So you can seek a local pastor, christian counselor or you could read the Bible.

If you are still reading and seeking help for suicidal thoughts go no other place than here.

Thanks for reading!



GOD VS FEELINGS

Welcome, owlnerds. This message are for you and all the people. If you do follow me, I wouldn’t be surprised if you unfollowed or unsubscribed but the truth must be shown.

Something today, the world struggles with feelings. We base everything on feelings. We don’t think of the most important things. If something doesn’t sit right with ourselves we flash hate at them. Feelings the reason our society has scrapped the word gender. Why we have to watch our tongue with pronouns? Oh, no someone will be offended like it has been happening before this. No, way? *rolls my eyes* It’s stupid. Just stupid even corporations are practicing the use of pronouns. Really? Why? Today I feel like a man. Oh, I am a woman today. I am genderless, excuse me. Your life is not based on your feelings and thoughts. I am sorry to tell you that but it’s true. 

Even your birth certificate didn’t choose your gender. Wow. You did it. Your feelings told to ignore them. This thing, you have where feelings are more important is called sin.  Temptations push against your conscience and tell you are free to do whatever you want. 

Which is more important God or Feelings? God doesn’t say your feelings should guide your life. No, My Word should. 

Your feelings just want to be heard that is why people are being pressured to things to fit the crowds. This is why we think we fall in “love” with the same gender. This is why we kill babies. This is why people die. Feelings are not going to save the world. 

God is. If only you would notice Him. You know He chooses to create you. He could have not to put you in existence. But He chooses to do so because of the love of His Son. God is real and everlasting but feelings disappear. Feelings lead to temptations and temptations lead to sin. 

What is more important you or God? Did you not read that ME ME ME game in life gets you nowhere? 

But God first, read His Word, Follow Christ. Repent your sin leads you more to Him and eternal life. 

Which would you choose? 

Journal Entry: Letting Go

Welcome back to a new post, owlnerds. Today I share a journal entry. I am currently in the progress of moving my second blog stuff to here. I thought best to work on one blog instead of juggling two. So there will be blog posts from my other blog. You have been warned.

(From Feb. 11, 2019)



So this blog post is long overdue. I probably avoiding this post for the longest even before I launched this blog itself. I told myself I would never write this but I think if you write something down it is easier to let go of the situation.

Letting go of a situation you can’t control at all is a struggle. I have been struggling it, especially with this situation. I wouldn’t go into details but if you know me you probably what the story is about. Or now know the real reason behind some of my recent actions I been doing. So I know this person for the longest time and we promised to go to the same places (college, living together, and such) but this idea we had was not the same of what God wanted. And for one, I didn’t want this to happen. And for years, I saw signs but ignored it. Since I have a tendency to give people ton of second chances.

The first signs of this were I had this person and another person really close to me but they clash. And that person knew fell apart and I couldn’t believe it happen.

The other person we got closer but slowly we fell apart. We were not close friends anymore and the worst thing is that I am too afraid to talk to the person and ask what we are anymore. Since I am afraid of being shattered again. The other worst thing about is that I see this person at least one week and I always seem to pass this person. It really is a struggle and fear I have still never get over it. So prayer would is much needed.

And being who I am, wrote poems to express my mixed feeling toward them and no one actually knows the real reason behind those poems. I really just lost myself in this. I now avoid getting close to people or making new friends because I am afraid the past will repeat itself. If you are a friend reading this, I am sorry I have been distant and it isn’t because of my introverted nature, it’s because of this.

Now I write the harder part of this post. Another thing, I struggle to let go. So around five years ago and everything was going well. A new year was happening and everything was fine until one day my family received news that would change my life forever. The news was that my grandfather I died from unknown reasons. I had already been struggling since I saw him in the hospital with blood clots in his legs around a year before. But to lose him, I think I froze. And once you hear some sad like this, you would cry and get emotional but I just didn’t. I refused to believe it. My best friend was gone. The closest family member, I had was gone. The worst thing is that I don’t know if he is heaven since he never gave testimony in his belief in God so I was basically devasted.

When people say you will see them in heaven and I know it is in God’s power whether or not he is heaven or not. But this is another thing shattered me. I shut all emotion out and started to see hallucinations of him whenever we drove to places. We would be driving I would see someone that looked like him on the side of the road but no one was actually there. I was just imagining it. The hardest thing, when you are at the store and you see someone that looks at him but know isn’t since he is not here anymore.

Its been a struggle the past several years and I still am affected by it. This is the reason why it is so hard for me to let go. And of course, they are just memories. I am trusting God in all of this. Yeah, the real reason behind my distance toward people. Thanks for reading.



Under the Grave: A Poem

Welcome back, owlnerds! I am currently open to blog post ideas.

Here is a poem, I wrote a few weeks enjoy!

I laid there silent and cold

As the world continued on

Under the surface of where people walk

Talked and embraced

Clueless of what will happen next 

After the service where people throw dirt

Upon the new bed, I now lay on

I am dead as a doorknob

I can’t think of the memories

I once had.

Or the sweet and soft touch of my beloved.

Will I go to heaven or hell?

Before we die, we look at two options

Chained and tortured in hell forever

Or fellowshipping with Jesus and deceased loved ones.  

I for one do not skip a heartbeat 

I know I will go to heaven

I believe Him as the One True God

His Son came down to earth

He chose me with the filth

 And wickedness, I carry.

Lord willing, He will open the gates of heaven 

And greet me with open arms

And now you are questioning 

If I know if I will see my loved ones in heaven

And no, I don’t. 

But I trust Him. 

There comes a time

Where we will die or 

We find out that someone close died

Its a sad time but we should rejoice

 That we will meet again in heaven.

Death, a thing which is unnatural in our way of life

A thing we shouldn’t take lightly

Created by our ancestors

The founding father of man, Adam

 And ourselves for we are from him.

We were tempted by the serpent 

To disobey God 

For we believed that we would become a

Godlike such like

 Our Father who made

But it was lies.

Now we are dead. 

Under the ground

Cold and alone

 Preparing for our judgment

The time is drawing near

And whether  or not

We will be under grave

Is a question

That will be soon answered.

Final Part of Fiona’s Hero

Welcome back, owlnerds. Here is the final part of Fiona’s Hero

The Synopsis:

Fiona’s world begins to fall apart. After a recent gun shooting, her biggest supporter is gone. Now she is struggling to keep the faith, keep her grades up, and stay out of trouble. Will Fiona keep the faith in one of the darkest times of her life? Or will she blame God for losing her father



Read Part One

Read Part Two

Read Part Three

Read Part Four

Want to be a dear and help me a lot? Comment down what you would rate this story and tell me how you like. Thanks. Enjoy!!

The Run:

My ears rang as I could hear the gunshots. Running out on the streets as cars honked their horns as I ran across Mainstreet. A caution tape wrapped around the entrance of the theater as a large crowd circled around to curious of what happened. Pushing through the crowds, I noticed a body that was surrounded by medics. Fighting off the police officers that grabbed my arms trying their best to pull me away.

I ripped the tape as my heart froze, there laid my father with his chest covered in blood and breathless. My heart drowned in tears as my mother screamed by name in the distance.

***

Jerking my head upwards and realizing I was only dreaming.  I stripping myself from the bed as I pulled another tank top over me. Pulling a pair of sneakers from under my bed, I grabbed my navy bum bag as I clipped around the front of my waist. My fingers gathered my messy hair as I tied it up in a messy bun. My eyes blinked as I realized it was only six thirty in the morning. Of course. I rolled my eyes as I decided to run away. Forgetting my phone in my room as I tiptoed to the kitchen and pulled a water bottle out of the refrigerator and placing inside my bum bag. I closed the door of the house as I headed out. The sky was barely awake as it was fairly dark outside still. I smiled as I remember there were street lights to the place I was heading. Turning right off Elite Street, I ran until I stopped at a trespassing area. Looking both ways before climbing over the fence. I started to jog as she soon was swallowed up by the woods that surround her. Soon I was able to be out in the open area again as I noticed the stone wall my father first showed me when I was little.

Sitting down on top of the four-foot wall that oversaw the city of Hartfield. Thinking of how my father’s death my father’s death caused me to act. And sure I thought daily people lose someone but was it necessary to act like that? The fact that life isn’t about me or what I want. Life doesn’t go what I plan on.

I turned my head as I realized how I acted toward my own mother. A jerk, a dumb jerk. Sitting up as I ran home, barely noticed the sun rising from the east.

My heart stopped as the door of my house was wide open. Mom. I ran inside the door as my head turned as I noticed one of my mom’s lamp was shattered in pieces. “Mom, mom. Where are you?” I scanned the room as I noticed my mom’s room was opened. My spine noticed as I saw clasped on the bed from a stranger. “Hey.”

The stranger turned as he smiled.

My eyes widened as my mom had tears dripping down her face.

“Run, Fiona,” she moaned as she fell on the bed as the stranger smacked her face.

The stranger walked toward me as he placed his hand across my face.

My heart raced as I watched his movement.

“Well, it isn’t Kenneth’s daughter. If only you saw your father’s reaction when he realized who I was.”

Cyrus. “What are you doing here? You killed my father and got your revenge.”

“Ha, you think by killing him I feel better that he killed my wife.”

“He didn’t kill her.”

He gripped my throat and he slammed in a wall that a hanging picture. The glass pierced my back as I gripped for air “The only thing that will make me happier is killing you and your disgusted mother.”

I moaned as I could barely speak. “Kill me and only me. Leave my mother out of this.”

“Like I am going to do that.”

I looked over Cyrus’ shoulder as I watched my mother trying to dial her phone.

He released the grip from me as he pulled out his gun toward my mother.

With barely any strength, I threw myself as he clicked the gun. Falling on the bed with blood dripping down my chest.

I could barely hear my mother scream in pain as she dropped the phone and scrambled toward me.

In the background of everything going through my head, I could hear the faint sound of sirens. My vision blurred as I couldn’t see Cyrus anymore. My head lifted up as I could feel the warmth of my mother’s tears.

“Fiona, whatever you do. Don’t fall asleep.”

“Mom, please forgive me.”

My mom shook her head.

“Please, mom. I was selfish. I forgot how you are feeling since he died.”

She unraveled my hair as she began to pat it gently. “Shh..”

My head lends back as my eyes began to see only darkness. My eyes fluttered as I knew my time was coming to an end. Please, God, forgive me of my selfishness. And God please protect mom and the innocent people who deserve more love and forgiveness than I have with You. “Mom, I love you.”

THE END