Monday, October 27, 2008

Enter Hallow's Eve.

SPECIAL UPDATE! I forgot to talk about Halloween in my last update, and there is some fun news. On Halloween, there not only be an update, but a new written piece. Though I may not finish. I'm also gathering up some awesome Halloween pictures, and am setting up the blog for the spirit of the holiday. This is for one reason, this is the first major Writer's Playhouse holiday celebration! That's right, for the first time ever, Writer's Playhouse is going to celebrate a special holiday! I avoided Canadian thanks giving because that's a canadian only celebration. So! With that said, be on the lookout for Halloween goodies!

Nathaniel.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Solitary Cell 63

As promised, I give you some work I did. So please enjoy.

Solitary Cell 63


I walked down the dimly lit hall, some of my jet black hair landed in front of my eyes. I brushed it away. I came to the security center for sector 18. I used my hand free of the file under my arm to take off my ID badge, and flashed it in front of the scanner. A computerized voice came up. “Welcome agent AJ Crawford.” I couldn't resist a smirk.

The iron gates creaked open, and I walked through. There were cell doors, not your cliche cell doors, but reinforced steel doors, with small windows. The dim lighting was as bad as ever though. I counted numbers. White cell doors with large black numbers imprinted on them. From behind them came the shrieks of those incarcerated. I shut them out. I took a look at the file. Johnathan Jenkins, held in Sector 18's cell 63. I came to it. The number 63 was in very bold black print. “Here we go.” I mumbled. Then walked through to the outer area, where people monitored.

Captain Wilson came up to me. “Ready Crawford?” he asked. I simply nodded, without a word, and then went to the table where mr.Jenkins sat. I took the chair across from him, and removed my sunglasses, as if I'd just come in from a sunny day. My silvery eyes dug into his beautyful blues. The room was white, and of course, very secure. The man across from me fidgeted. He was obviously not mentally stable. We hadn't given him a straight jacket, but he had chains that reached to the walls, freshly installed this morning. “I want you to tell me about what happened last month.” I said, dryly, and finally breaking the silence. “You won't believe me, nobody does!” he exclaimed madly. I didn't flinch, it was expected. “Just tell me what happened Officer Jenkins, it's my job to listen to you.” I assured. I was tempted to call him JJ, but I hadn't. “I'm no Officer, I was fired!” Johnathan yelled at me. I rolled my eyes. “Or I could tell you what supposedly happened. You know, the wild dog attack, in the middle of NYC.” I said, annoyed. Finally a response. He shook his head. “No, I'll tell you.” he promised, sounding a little less out of his mind. I nodded. “Go on.” I urged.Johnathan seemed to lose focus on me, trapped in a dreamlike state, more like nightmare. He bit his lip as he remembered the horror of that night.
“It was just last month, a full moon, just like tonight.” said Johnathan, his hands balling into fists. It seemed to me like he was having a hard time remembering. “I was just in my patrol car, doing my rounds, out by central park. It was a cold night, and it was snowing.” he continued. The snowing detail was something he didn't seem too sure about. I sit silently, and patiently, pretending to listen intently. “That's when I heard her.” he seemed to shudder. “Who did you hear?” I ask, trying to sound like I care. “I heard a girl. A small girl, screaming.” he said, and you could almost see the shrill cry of a little girl in his eyes. He bites his lip again, as if trying to hold some urge off. I can't help but let a small smile of entertainment play on my face. “So what did you do?” I ask. “What any police officer would do! Get off my ass and get to the scream!” he said to me. For the first time, the horror in his face disappeared, and was replaced by a content grin, and eyes swimming with pride. His obvious love of his job sickened me. “Go on.” I urged Johnathan to continue, trying to stifle his proud face as soon as possible. “What did you find.?” I persisted. I tried not to smile while his face once again darkened. “I skidded into a park, and then jumped the fence into central park. I kept running, and the girl kept screaming. I burst from a group of fences, and saw the girl's horror filled eyes.” he says, as his head collapses into his head. I roll my eyes as tears roll down his face. “Her face was pleading for me to run, but I didn't see anything. I didn't see what sat glaring at her with hungry eyes.” he sobs. I guess I have to ask. “What was it?” I ask. He lifts his face to look at me. “A werewolf.” he says with a terrible grin.

“And now you stop believing me.” he says, and begins to laugh like a madman. I just sit there, arms crossed, looking at him evenly. “So what happened next?” I ask. He stares at me for a moment in confusion, finally, with a smile he responds. “The girl points, and as I look, I see the werewolf, the amber eyes were piercing. He dashes for the girl, and as fast as I can, I release fire.” he says, skidding back some to get slack on the chains, and forms the gun with his hands. “So how does that work out?” I ask. “I get him in the shoulder twice, and once in the freaking head, and the asshole doesn't die!” he exclaims. For once in this interview he seems to have some qualifications. “And how does the wolf react?” I persist. “The wolf gets pissed. It turns from the girl, and comes at me, rage practically streaming off of it. I start shooting again, and empty my clip, only making him slow down. Then, bam, it's on me! I get bitten in the shoulder!” he stops, right at the climax. “What next?” I ask. His head is on his hands again, but this time because he's trying to remember. “I don't know.” he says, losing that tone, and attitude I had loved, only moments ago. “It all just goes blank.” he continues.

I sigh. “Fine I'll finish the story for you.” I say, he looks up, confused. “This is my favorite part. Your left arm becomes hairy, and larger, hand turns to palm, nails to claws. But you still have one good arm. As the hair reaches your head, I enter the scene, and as I do, you run at the werewolf, and it runs at you. You collide, and then you start to pry open the werewolf's jaw. You put in a new clip, and empty it into the wolf's mouth.” I say, I notice him become very tense, and I adore it. I can see hatred burning his eyes. A beep sounds from my watch, and I see his left arm growing dense brown fur. I back up. “The fun part is, that after that, you drop to the ground, and land on all fours. Fur sprouts down your back, and your eyes turn fiery.” As if I was narrating the transformation, it happens. “Soon enough you look just like your now nearly brain dead opponent. Then you lunge at HER throat, and rip it out. Blood gushes from her neck, and then you turn.” as I say this the now fully werewolf Johnathan lunges at me, the chains holding him back. The ferocious roar of a beast splits the air. “Then, you run at the very girl you were trying to save. Luckily, unlike you, I'm prepared for events like that.” I say, taking a pistol from my belt, and removing my clip of silver bullets. “I shoot you a few times, and the poison es to you silver stops you. You become paralyzed, and I get out with the kid, while the rest of my team makes sure you don't move.” I finish. I walk for the door, but at the last moment turn. “Your a beast Johnathan, and there's nothing that can save you from that.” I say, glaring directly into the eyes of the savage wolf, and then leave.

“That went well.” Captain Wilson says sarcastically, as I pass by him. We exit to the hall together. “He's not worth our time.” I comment, breaking silence as we walked down the hall. “He's one of the most stable yet!” exclaimed Wilson in anger. I turn to him, and stop walking. “As stable as he is, he's useless to us.” I say. Only more anger comes from Captain Wilson. “We can change him!” he yelled at me. I didn't flinch. “He killed a werewolf, but tried to kill the girl too.” I say. He decides not to continue with Johnathan. “What's happening to the girl?” he asks. “I'm mentoring her, personally.” I tell him. We can't let that girl go onto the streets. She would go crazy, like Jenkins. “Luckily she was an orphan, so we didn't need to fake her death.” I commented. “So who adopted her?” he asks. “I did. And by the way, what do you think of Sophie Crawford?” I ask. He smirks at me. I can imagine he's thinking that I won't last the week. “It's nice.” he said, holding back his sour words of mockery. “But back to Johnathan, send him consent forms for his termination.” I say and begin to walk away. I continue to walk to the iron gates with The Pack written on them. A fitting nickname to these halls. The howls erupt from cells as the full moon rises outside. “Crawford! You need to write that report!” Captain Wilson calls after me. “Later. Me and Sophie are watching CSI Miami tonight.” I call back.

I exit the gates, and walk through the building until I reach the large double doors, and head for my car, preparing for the drive home from another day at the office.

Friday, October 24, 2008

IT'S THE FINAL UPDATE! (Not really. I just had The Final Countdown stuck in my head.)

Hey people! It's that time of the week again, where I make this weeks update on the blog, and show you how to boogie, but sadly, the boogieing must be held off for today.

So, as the week moves on, I haven't really done much, because I'm trying to catch up with school work. But since it's Friday night, Solitary Cell will probably occupy some time tonight. In my life, me and my small group of friends are making it a custom to play cards every lunch, and recess. There have been wins, and losses, but in the end, just good fun. I'm making friends pretty easily, so that's a good thing. Oh, and today, I met some people that I had convinced my name was Nathaniel Harwell. Later they said that it was too large of a name, and wanted to use a different name. I gave them one of my middle names, Isac, and so they now call me Isac. Next objective is to tell them I lied, and say my last name is Schiller, making the name Isac Schiller, and inside joke for the regular commenter Lt. John.

On the blog, this week's picture was used in science class, and I found it humorous. I searched far and wide for this picture, on the unfiltered google images, because I couldn't find it on filtered. I searched through the piles of porn for this picture, and if it was worth it, you must tell me.

For the poll, this is something that came up on a bus conversation. Who is better? Batman or Spiderman. It got me to wondering, what do blog readers think? Then I got to thinking, most of my readers would get angry, so I decided to make a, 'do you like your name?' poll. So do you like your name? Yes? No? Maybe so? Place your vote.

So, I think that about covers it.

KEEP ON ROCKING! (In your old granny chairs.)

Nathaniel.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

I had to write this again.

Damn hotel connection! I now see why it's free. My connection cut out while I was posting this, so I lost an entire post, that will now be rewriten.

OK, so I'm still in Newfoundland, and was very busy, hence the late update, but I'm heading for Labrador tomorrow.

As for this week, like promised, I have finished Twilight, and I know that some commenters will soon find themselves searching for a review, which I intend to write. In other news, your new poll will arrive on friday, with another update, and I'm going to find a picture to put up soon.

As far as other writing projects go, I'm writing a short story that will be up, probably tomorrow. It's titled Solitary Cell 63, and is going to be here quickly due to it being an extra project for missing a week and a half of english.

Other than this, I'm going to get off my ass and finally get ATL part 2 done. Oh, and I'm trying a new exit phrase.

Keep on rocking! (My corny father would be so proud.)

Nathaniel.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Tracer Is Like a Wolf

This is a poem that was done for english class, called My friend is like. It is about the commenter Tracerbullet. Here we are:


My Friend is Like a Wolf


My friend is like a wolf. He has a lone attitude but always sticks to the group.

My friend is like a wolf. When he feels threatened, he is a dangerous foe.

My friend is like a wolf. He knows how to keep groups in order.

My friend is like a wolf. He pursues things like prey.

My friend is like a wolf. Without his pack he can still survive.

My friend is like a wolf. He always has another wolf like me to back him up.


By: The wonderful, Nathaniel

Updatamundo!

It's Friday again, and it's time for a new blog update. Week three in my series of updates, so yay for that.

This week nothing much happened. I got my first suspension from school. Funny thing is, that I'm doing better here, then back home. Ah well, I may never understand this place. And for all of you on the rock, I'd say it's about time to tell you that I will be with you all next week! That's right! I'm coming home! But remember, it's a surprise for the class.

Anyways, that aside, This week's picture was of a wolf. This was not the planned picture, but it has something to do with a poem I'll be posting. So stay, hm, I was going to say tuned, but I don't think that's really appropriate.

Now, as for the pole. This week is Darwin vs. All anti evolutionists. It's a large debate, that I think is fit to have here. So, the comments page is the battle ground.

As far as the new joint story goes, which it doesn't, seeing as how nobody sent anything in, I've decided that I'll make up a story.

Plot: The two worlds, known as our own world, earth, and the world of fantasy, known as Valguard, are coming together. The magic boundary that separates them is ripping, and by now, has already withered completely. Creatures from stories from all over the world are coming together on earth. The peace is pretty well kept, but there are sceptics on both sides. But a warlock is not content with the occurrence. He is bringing together dark forces to fight humans, and all who stand with them. Now, a person from earth has come together with a sky dragon, and they now are destined to fight the warlock, and return the peace.

Weak, I know, but I'm not feeling very creative. Now, after this, we normally have a proverb by me. But because of my lack of creativity, I'll give you a quote, from the show House. It's just something I love, from the episode One Day One Room.

"Life is a series of rooms. Were defined by who were stuck in each room with."

Just something I like, and that stuck with me. I heard the same thing, almost, at the funeral of a family friend. At the funeral, they said that every room was prepared by god, and that Mr.Miles was entering his final room, the afterlife. I'm surprised I remembered that, but it's just a saying I love.

Anyways, I'm hoping to finish part two of "Above the Law" in a while. So I'll keep you posted.

That's it for this week.

-Nathaniel.

Friday, October 3, 2008

Friday update.

I've decided that Friday is the best day for updates, so from now on, look out for weekly changes. Also, for polls, I've decided to leave the previous week's poll up until the next weekly update, just to let the results rest.

So this week's poll was suggested by Lt. John. I thought about it, and so, now we have a 'Is it OK to be gay?' Poll. I find that this is one of the stupidest debates known to man. I mean, if Tommy and Timmy like each other, then how does that affect me? I don't really care. Now I can get with Tommy's ex girlfriend. No, not really. All I'm saying is, why do we care. And this week on the comments page, that is more what I'm going to debate over. Should we, or should we not care?

Moving on, this week's picture is one that one of my new buds showed me. It is a comical picture of Batman, doing a, I believe hip hop stance. I found it pretty funny, and I hope you do to. Oh, and on a side note, I found my picture for next week, and I feel good, because now I'm ready in advance.

Now, we go onto my fun time proverbs. Once again, I need to get my good old math book. Oh and I may start quoting from time to time, instead of my originals. I've also picked a good one of these out for next week, so yeah, I'm prepared for the week ahead.

Proverb, by Nathaniel: The only fact in life that never changes, is that everything else in life always changes.

Don't rush to contradict me with math here. You all no what I mean.

In other news, it's time that I tried another story event. Yes, we all remember that one part of story, that was The Land of Last Names. I did, in the end get part two, but never posted it, because by this point it had been a few months. OK, so, instead of me pitching you ideas, I want you to pitch me ideas. Send in your story plot, and I'll pick my favorite. Here are the rules:

Make it relatively realistic. But fantasy is in the happy zone for me.

Everybody who wants to join in, and write a part of the story must tell , me by Friday.

Every part should be done within a week, and if not, I will remind you to finish. If by week two you are not done, then your part is passed onto the next person in line.

If you want to drop out, or change parts with somebody else, Just e-mail me. If you want to switch parts, send me in a good reason, and when you would like to do your part. My e-mail address is nightmare_13@live.ca.

So please, send in your pitches, either here, or e-mail me. I would prefer e-mail though. Oh, and you are entitled to put your contribution(s) to the the story on your blog, but to put others on you must have the permission of the writer.

So there is your update. Oh, and as for part two of Above the Law, well there is one word to describe it's progress. PROCRASTINATION! Or, I could say, lacking at best.