The Alphabet Book Tag

Welcome back, owl friends. This week I decided to do a book tag. The blog post is a bit late for today’s Monday post but at least I remembered to post it. XD The rules for this tag is that you have to name books that you own or have read. Going from A to Z. Please Enjoy! 🙂

 

A- Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery

B- Bleak House by Charles Dickens

C-Caddie Woodlawn by Carol Rye Brink

D- David Copperfield by Charles Dickens

E- Eragon by Christoper Paolini

F-For the Temple by G.A. Henty

G- Girl Defined by Kristen and Bethany Clark

H-Hamlet by Shakespeare

I- Ivanhoe by Walter Scott

J- Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

K- Kristian’s War by Peter Wisman

L- Les Miserable by Victor Hugo

M- Magnolia Story by Chip and Joanne Gaines

N-Not by Sight by Kate Breslin

O- On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness

P- Paradise Lost by John Milton

Q- Quiet by Susan Cain

R- Rose of Night by Hope Ann

S- Show Me by Gabriella Slade

T- To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

U-  N/A

V- N/A

W- White Fang by Jack London

X-N/A

Y- Young Pioneers by Rose Wilder Lane

Z- Z for Zachariah by Robert C. O’Brien

The Yellow Wallpaper

So I decided to share my essays I wrote in Highschool. Enjoy owlnerds! 🙂

 

On July 3, 1860, in Hartford, Connecticut, Charlotte Perkins Gilman was born. Her father, Frederick Beecher Perkins was related to Harriet Beecher Stowe, the author of Uncle Tom’s Cabin. She struggled during her childhood for her father had abandoned her. Her mother moved a great deal which resulted in very little education for Charlotte. In 1844, Charlotte married an artist named Charles Stetson. During her marriage, Charlotte had a period of depression resulting in treatments that inspired her to write The Yellow Wallpaper.  In this short essay, we will look at The Yellow Wallpaper and see the different ideas seen throughout the story.

In The Yellow Wallpaper, Gilman describes the protagonist as a woman who is imprisoned by her husband, John. John diagnosed his wife with depression after giving birth to her firstborn. She is placed into the estate of solitary confinement. Solitary confinement is when a patient is isolated away from society. The patient is not allowed to work, have special treatments, or do anything outside the doctor’s orders. They are usually locked up in a room or in their own home. Confinement has its uses but it can have dangerous effects on both the physical and mental aspect of the patient.

John believes isolation is the best way to cure his wife’s depression but his wife begins to see things. As she continuously stays in the room with yellow wallpaper, she believes that there is a woman trapped behind the wall. The room itself doesn’t help either. The bed is nailed to the ground and there are bars across the window. The woman must feel as if she is trapped in a prison. One of the ironic things we see is that the protagonist hides the true fact of her illness. “I am glad my case is not serious” (American Short Stories 117).  John even becomes sarcastic by stating, “We will ask Cousin Henry and Julia down for a long visit, but he says he would as soon put fireworks in my pillow-case as to let me have those stimulating people about now”(119). He knows that his wife has begun her journey to insanity and may believe that social interaction might make it worse.

We also see that the protagonist is forbidden to write down her thoughts in a journal. The journal shows the true nature of the protagonist. We can see that through the protagonist’s thoughts, she has a dual personality. Her husband believes that she is becoming mad from her depression and that she shouldn’t write all her thoughts down.  She has finally spiraled downward into the last stage of madness. “I got out, at last, said I, in spite of you and Jane. And I pulled off most of the paper, so you can’t put me back”(129).

In this story, we see that the main themes are mental illness, isolation, postpartum depression, husbands’ and wives’ roles in society, and a doctor that doesn’t know how to treat his patient correctly. Gilman during her time period didn’t write like Jack London or Flannery O’Connor. She writes like she was raised in the Romantic and Gothic period. At the beginning of the story, we can see the very signs of Gothicism. “A colonial mansion, a hereditary estate, I would say a haunted house, and reach the height of romantic felicity- but that would be asking too much of a fate” (115). In this situation, I personally think that isolating people that are mentally ill will only cause more madness.

 

The Secret of The Moon

Welcome back, owlnerds. For this blog post, I decided to share an old story I wrote a few years back. And since fall is just around the corner. What better way to enjoy the coming of fall is to read a gothic story. Please enjoy!

The trees trembled as the wind whistled in the shadowy night. The lights beamed the path as the car lead me until smoke captured the engine and the vehicle stopped. I stepped out of the car and lifted up the hood. I coughed and couldn’t grasp the problem. I looked around at my surroundings but the road was dark and fearsome. I walked, at least, a mile when I saw a light from the distance. I couldn’t quite see what it was but I ventured to it for the night sky made me tremble.

The door creaked as I opened the door. At the corner of the room, I saw a candlelight flicker but no one was there. Was this home abandoned? No. It couldn’t. Could it?

From out of nowhere, a man stood in front of me and it caused me to jump back and I almost tumbled to the ground. The man grabbed my hand and helped up to my feet. Just before he released his hand off my mine. I saw that his man was covered in hair. Or was it fur?

I asked the man if there were any rooms that were a vacancy and he led me to a room. He shut the door behind him and I heard a click as the floor creaked as he left me.

I lead myself to the bed which was not the best of shape with only rags to comfort me. I crashed into asleep but suddenly I heard growling. I trembled and hide but I knew that would not make the noise disappear. With bare feet, I tried to open the bedroom door but it was locked. I knocked and the door and called for help but no one seemed to hear me. I opened the curtains and tried to open them but they also were locked. I tried to look at the surrounding of the house but saw nothing. Until I came across a figure just off on a hill, a few miles away from the house. As I looked closer, the figure was sitting on its hind legs and singing to the moon. I saw the moon brighter than usual. It was a blood moon and as the figure turned around I saw the figure’s eyes. The eyes were glimmering with red as blood and the body appearance was actually like the man from the house.

My heart began to beat faster and faster. I trembled and knew he was coming to eat me. I heard the front door crash and the house began to creak louder and louder. I was motionless as I felt as though these were my last moments. My bedroom door clicked again as it unlocked, the man came in.  He smiled a smile with evil in his grin. His teeth were not human teeth but wolf teeth. Blood dripped from his fangs and he growled a silent growl. I tried to move but it felt like my feet were glued to the floor.

Under my breath, I said, “Werewolf.”

The man growled louder and believed that my whisper was quite louder than I expected it to be. Just as the werewolf leaped upon me. I cried out. I threw the sheets off me and threw the door open. I ran but fell upon someone.

“Honey.. what wrong did you have a bad dream?”

I didn’t speak but hugged the person and wept.

 

Cover Reveal

 

Welcome owlnerds, today. I give you new covers for Jes Drews’ series. Please enjoy this bonus post also read this books. All the books’ profit goes to charity.  http://alternaterm.org/
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Synopsis:
Kristian Clark and the Agency Trap, Book One: The Bachelor Missions
The good-guys, the bad-guys, and the wild card- it’s the ultimate game of cloak and dagger…
Kristian Clark, private eye, thought his days as a special agent were behind him, but when he’s drafted into action, he finds himself reunited with his old team- and painful memories of why they broke up in the first place. But as he plunges into mission after mission- from a ‘holy heist’ to babysitting a young hacker to going undercover in a cult- Kristian find that everything he tried to leave behind is coming back to haunt him with a vengeance, and then some. First there’s the mysterious woman who knows more about Kristian- and his past- than makes sense while using science fiction weapons that don’t make sense period. Then there are the shady powers-that-be who are responsible for drafting him back into this world to satisfy their own nefarious agendas. It’s all Kristian can do to keep from being pulled into their games as he tries to figure out who to trust and what to fight for, even as the trap put in place to destroy him is set with a ticking clock.
When did espionage get so complicated?
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Synopsis:

The classic game of cat and mouse- but who’s the cat and who’s the mouse?
 Kristian Clark is still reeling from his accidental marriage to his rookie, Susan Deanna, when NEO anarchists attack their agency and they have to go on the run with his- their?- two adopted children. But the NEOs aren’t the only ones who are after them- the strange agency that seems straight from the pages of a science fiction novel is hot on their tails. But are they going after Kristian? Or Susan? Or both? But as they work to stay one step ahead of their pursers, secrets begin to come to light about their enemies, their friends, and even each other. Things are in play that are beyond any of their understanding or attempts to control. Even if all reality seems to be a fabrication, will Kristian be able to face his calling?
What if everything you knew was a lie?
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Synopsis:

I’d tell you I love you… But then you’d make me change the baby’s diaper.
Kristian Clark can go undercover for months on end, combat multiple enemies at once, and even teleport through dimensions. He should be ready for everything. But having a newborn child… is a little outside his skill set.
And the universe isn’t ready for little Shannon either. The tentative layers of the universe begins to peel apart and his adopted son gets pulled through a portal in the hospital.
Along with an angry wife and reunited best friend, Kristian travels the dimensions to find his son and somehow find a way to save reality without giving up his little girl.
Thanks for reading!😏

A Teacher Like You

I wrote this free verse poem for my high school English teacher. Please enjoy!

Clashes of fiery fury

Breaks not the attitude

Of thy soul.

Thy kindness is the way

To behold.

Your wittiness outnumbers

All brokenness within.

Imperfect or perfect

It truly doesn’t matter.

All I wish to say

Is thank you.

Thank you for healing

Our hardships of tomorrow.

Reopening our weak minds  

With knowledge and gratitude.

Destroying the awkwardness

Of our very silence

You bring joy

To us all.

Again I say,

Thank you.

See ya next week, owlnerds. 🙂