Top Ten Stephen King Films

 

 

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Photo Credit: Shane Leonard

I am a huge fan of Stephen King and one of the things I love most about his writing is his ability to populate his worlds. Every character, no matter how minor, has a role. Every character, no matter how minor, has a back story. Where other authors will simply refer to ‘the cashier’ or ‘the truck driver’, King will give these people a name and a family. He’ll tell us a little about their lives and how their day has been so far.

In many cases he even links them to characters in other novels or stories that he has written. A character mentioned in passing in one story may play a pivotal role in another. A favourite character in the novel you read yesterday may be briefly mentioned in the short story you read today.

It is for this reason that I have always been a proponent of King’s books over their movie adaptations. There is a depth to his novels that just doesn’t seem to carry over into film.

That said, not being as good as the novel, does not necessarily translate as ‘bad’. There are plenty of enjoyable films based on works by Stephen King, some of which have a place on my mental list of favourite films. Continue reading

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A Series of Unrelated Snippets

Butterfly and Annie have been watching an anime called Food Wars recently. Since I have been reading and writing in the same room as the television, I have caught several glimpses of the anime. The food on this show looks divine. I mean, anime food always looks particularly delicious, but anime devoted to food, such as Yumeiro Patissiere or Food Wars take it to a whole other level. I would dearly love to try some of the dishes I’ve seen in these two shows. I wonder if there is an English language cookbook featuring the recipes from the show available? Continue reading

Living

The worst part about the apocalypse isn’t the zombies. Continue reading

Top Ten YouTube Channels I Discovered This Year

With billions of visitors daily, YouTube is one of the most well-known and popular video streaming sites on the internet. With millions of channels on the site, and more being added every day, there is always something new to discover.

Sometimes the channels we discover are brand new, with only a handful of videos available. At other times we may discover for ourselves, channels that have been producing content for years, with thousands of subscribers having found them before us.

This is definitely the case when it comes to myself. Due to the fact that I don’t watch YouTube nearly as often as some, I am often a latecomer when it comes to the discovery of channels. Many of the channels I discovered this year are neither new or unknown. They were, however, new to me. Continue reading

Dreams by Nurture Waratah

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Dreams

I dream.
I dream of his face.
I dream of the blood
That trickled in his eyes.
I dream of the crowd,
The way they cried
For his destruction.
I dream of my own
Reluctance to disagree
With the mob.
I dream.
I dream of my hands.
I dream of the bowl
That contains the water
Of my sins.
I never emptied that bowl.
My dreams are filled.
Filled with certainty.
His life was not the only
Life I washed away
That day.
My decision killed him.
I killed him.
My life is forfeit.
Perhaps also my soul.
Perhaps he will forgive.
It was all
Part of his Plan.
What choice, then, did I have?
Perhaps he will forgive.
My sleep is fitful now.
Never peaceful.
I am dying.
Remember me Lord,
As I remember you,
And forgive.

— Nurture Waratah

Double Standards

I am starting to get exceedingly irritated with a commonly expressed internet opinion with regards to Islam. I’m sure you’ve seen the point of view I’m referring to. It is generally some variation of the following statement:

“If the majority of Muslims are really not terrorists, why do they not speak out against terrorism? They must truly support it. Ban all Muslims!” Continue reading

Memoriae

The room is cluttered with memories of a well-spent life. The wall-to-wall bookcase is filled with leather-bound books. An urn, brimming with scrolls, stands in the corner. On the walls is a portrait of a beautiful, dark-haired woman, holding a child. The large mahogany desk holds an intricately carved cigar case, a small globe and a glass box containing a lock of blonde hair and a tooth. The spirit of the former occupant pervades the room.

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This is another creative writing assignment from 2005. We were given the sentence “The room contained a desk and a shelf full of books” and told to add atmosphere.

 

 

X53Za Update

I just want to take this opportunity to apologise to those people who were looking forward to part 2 of X53Za. There is not going to be a part 2 to this short story. Before you all mob me, let me explain. Continue reading

Top Ten Sites & Tools I Found Helpful in Prepping for NaNoWriMo

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Image courtesy of National Novel Writing Month

Those of you who follow my blog will know that this is my first time participating in NaNoWriMo, or National November Writing Month. As this is also the first time I have written anything longer than around 1500 words, I was understandably feeling overwhelmed.

Thankfully, writers on twitter and in the NaNoWriMo forums, are incredibly kind and helpful. They give loads of encouragement, share plenty of resources and are always willing to point newbies in the right direction. Continue reading

Read you in December

I have just finished clearing out my email and found a backlog of likes and follows for my blog. Normally, I like to check out any WordPress blogs that follow me or like one of my posts. Unfortunately, with NaNoWriMo beginning on Wednesday, I won’t have the time to do this right away.

I just want to let everyone know that I am not ignoring you. I will begin working through my backlog as soon as NaNoWriMo is over. There are quite a lot, though, so if I don’t get to you right away, I do apologise. I won’t be playing favourites. I’ll be going through them in chronological order.

For those who follow me on twitter, I also won’t be tweeting much during November. I just can’t see myself as having the time to do so.

Thank you, everyone, for your patience.

X53Za Part 1

The footpath was teeming with commuters, pressed so tightly that Sam was carried along with the crowd. He sighed. This would add at least an hour to his travel time and he was already exhausted. By the time he finally manoeuvred his way out of the crowd, his feet ached and his head throbbed with each step he took.

As he turned back the way he had come, he noticed a large booth he had never seen before. Inside was an average looking woman, dark hair framing her smiling face. She was well-dressed, though not in a ‘flaunting her wealth’ kind of way. In fact, she looked like one of those government flunkies you always see surrounding the politicians on the television.

What really caught Sam’s eye. though, was the posters plastered all over the woman’s booth. ‘Explore the frontier’, the brightly coloured letters proclaimed above pictures of pilgrims and cowboys and wagon trains, ‘Your ancestors did it, Why not you?’. He paused for a moment, undecided. Today’s air was particularly thin and his lungs felt tight and unresponsive. Couple that with his headache, and he wanted nothing more than to go home to his oxygenated apartment, swallow a tablet and relax in a steaming shower. Continue reading

Top Ten Books I Rated 10/10

Flowery Number 10 Free Public Domain Image bloemrijk-paars-getal-10I haven’t read a lot of books lately. I’ve been concentrating mainly on Harry Potter fan fiction. I did read a lot in the past, however, and I intend to read a lot more in the future.

Over the past few days, in between researching the seventeenth century in preparation for NaNoWriMo, I have been editing my BookCrossing profile. One of the features I added to my profile page is a drop down menu showing all the books I have rated ten out of ten, since I began keeping track of such things.

Going through this list caused me to remember a lot of good books that I read in the past so, when I saw the time and realised I haven’t gotten around to blogging yet, I thought, why not kill two birds with one stone and use those memories as inspiration for today’s Top Ten Tuesday? Continue reading

Antique Clipart

I came across this website that offers free public domain vintage clipart and thought I would share. It’s worth checking out, as many of the images are absolutely beautiful. In fact, I selected one to use as my new blog icon.

http://antiqueclipart.com/

The Reckoning

Through the trees, the sun broke in a dappled pattern on the ground. The smell of the rich soil and vegetation swamped my senses. Birds, sounding their calls, echoed through the valley. Lizards scurried through the undergrowth. It was morning already.

I held my breath, listening intently to the sounds of the forest. It was sheer luck that alerted me to his presence. A sixth sense, really. I had almost missed the signs — an extra rustle in the wind, the random snap of a twig, a flash of grey that should not have been seen in this place. So, now I waited, my cloak pulled tight, my nerves stretched almost to breaking. Continue reading

Top Ten Fanfics That Aren’t Harry Potter

Book on the dark background, vintage, CC0 Public DomainThis blog post may contain spoilers for various fandoms and some stories may be nsfw. You have been warned.

Fanfiction stories are a staple of any fandom. They allow fans to re-imagine all the parts of the original work they didn’t like or place their favourite characters in different situations. They allow fans to take their favourite scene and say things like “What if Shindou (Hikaru no Go) died?” or “What if Naruto became a missing nin?” and imagine how these changes might affect the entire story.

It will come as no surprise to anyone who knows me, that the majority of fanfiction that I read is from the Harry Potter universe, or Harry Potter crossed with other fandoms. What may surprise some people, however, is that I also read, and enjoy, stories from fandoms that have no relation whatsoever to Harry Potter. Continue reading

NaNoWriMo 2017

A few days ago,  on the recommendation of my daughter, and with the encouragement of people who had already done so, I did something I never thought I would do; something exciting, exhilarating, incredibly frightening. I signed up for NaNoWriMo.

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Once more unto the breach…

It’s that time again. You know what I’m talking about. The time when I, your friendly neighbourhood lapsed blogger, climb back behind the old keyboard for another attempt at maintaining a blog. Continue reading

Apologies

I want to apologise for the lack of content lately. At first I was still feeling a bit seasick, even a few days after returning. After that, it has taken me a bit longer than expected to catch up on the things I needed to do. Normal posting should, all things going well, resume on Wednesday 24 February.

Thanks for your patience.

I’m Back

Yes, you read the title correctly. I am back. Butterfly and I arrived back yesterday. And let me just say I am never doing that again! Continue reading

Apologies

I apologise, but today’s Top Ten Tuesday has been cancelled as I ran out of time before leaving for my cruise. Today’s topic will reappear some time in April.

My Country by Dorothea Mackellar

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My Country

The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me! Continue reading

Wrong Number

“Hello?” Sandra said into the phone.

“G’day. I’m calling to speak to Mike.” Said the voice on the other end.

“Sorry, mate. Wrong number. There’s no Mike here.”  She answered before hanging up the phone.

Thirty seconds later, the phone rang again. It was the same bloke, still looking for Mike.

“Look, I already told you, there isn’t anybody here by that name. He obviously gave you the wrong number.” She hung up again.

Almost as soon she replaced the receiver, it was ringing again. “Look mate,” she snapped. “I already told you, I don’t know this Mike of yours. Now don’t call again!”

“Actually,” a soft voice spoke. “This is Mike. I just called to give you a heads up that I gave this number to a particularly persistent guy at the club last night. I take it he’s called you already?”

Sandra was annoyed and told him so. Mike was apologetic and told her so. He’d made up a number on the spot, and only later did it occur to him that it might actually be a real number. While still annoyed, Sandra was impressed that Mike was willing to own up to his mistake. She commiserated with him about overly persistent suitors, as well.

Mike and Sandra chatted for nearly an hour. They had a lot in common and never seemed to run out of things to say. Before ending their conversation, they had agreed to meet for coffee the next day. As she hung up the phone, Sandra mused that maybe wrong numbers weren’t all bad.

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OK, this week’s story is very short and not very good. I apologise. I ran out of time before leaving for my holiday and figured something was better than nothing, so there you go. The prompt for this story was “It all started with a wrong number…”. I can’t remember where I got it from.

A Bush Christening By Banjo Patterson

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A Bush Christening

On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few,
And men of religion are scanty,
On a road never cross’d ‘cept by folk that are lost,
One Michael Magee had a shanty.

Now this Mike was the dad of a ten year old lad,
Plump, healthy, and stoutly conditioned;
He was strong as the best, but poor Mike had no rest
For the youngster had never been christened. Continue reading