Venom: Movie Review

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”Venom” is what I can only describe as a neat mess. On one side, Tom Hardy is good, but on the other side, it’s a 2-hour loud noise fest with one of the most lazy villains to date. This is my review of of Venom.

”Venom” follows Eddie Brock, a reporter who was just fired from his job and broke up with his girlfriend. He’s already pretty messed up from this, but when a specimen that broke loose from a crashed ship owned by the life foundation (I’ll discuss that later) gets into him, his life gets even more out of hand. When it is shown the specimen can talk to him inside his head, the specimen reveals it’s name. It’s name is “Venom”.

If you’re confused by what you just read, no worries, I am too. The plot may be a bit sloppy, but the plot does exist and enjoyable to see unfold.

The acting in this movie is decent, ranging  from a great performance from Tom Hardy to an alright one by Riz Ahmed. I feel as is most of the actors did their best with what they needed to say.

Characters: The character of Eddie Brock is great. I especially enjoyed his relationship with Venom. Other than that, most of the others characters don’t possess his character’s charm, especially Carlton Drake, who serves as a terrible villain with zero motivation whatsoever, with his goal to put random creatures known as symbiotes inside random homeless people. (Uncomfortable pause) Okay, that’s not exactly what he wants to do, but the way the movie portrayed it, that’s what I think. Another character is Anne Weying, who is really nothing more than your average movie girlfriend. Overall, the characters are a mixed bag.

Finally, the action. This is one of the best parts of the movie. It was insanely entertaining to see Venom/Eddie Brock battle a bunch of people while the movie’s music is playing in the background.

Overall, this movie is 5/10 for me. Thoughts on this movie vary, and now I can see why.

This is starwarsguy124, signing out.

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Tempus Fugit

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The more I have lived, the more I realize how there is never enough time to do everything.

There will always be those setbacks upon the plans of the day, and when I get back to them, I’ve already lost it.

It seems that the harder I work, the faster the clock ticks;

until its gone out the window and I’m down here crying on the floor.

All of the chances I get are gone in a snap, its all I can do not to lose my grip when I reach for them.

Just when autumn’s leaves start to turn, the snow is suddenly falling from grey clouds.

And you might as well just say Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas are all the same thing.

Life is a record, going around and around. We’re just changing the music.

So however long I live, I know that time will never stop.

And just like life, time is never going to slow up and wait for you either.

 

Marie Walters, 2018

 

Slasher Girls and Monster Boys (Book Review)

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How many of you like horror stories, the kind that keep you thinking for hours, or up at night pondering what exactly is under your bed?

Then this book is for you. Each one of the tales in this short story collection takes an idea from a classic novel, song, or movie and updates it in a modern setting. Part of the fun of the book is trying to figure out what the authors were drawing from when they wrote their stories.

You’ll meet Marnie, a studious but unpopular girl that the clique has dubbed Marnie Monster. But then Damien, the fascinatingly mysterious new boy, takes an interest in her after she expresses sympathy for Frankenstein’s monster in English class. But who is Damien really, and what does he want?

Then there’s Cassidy, a young woman who adored Alice in Wonderland as a child. Follow her story through parallel child and teenage experiences as she tells us about her relationship with the March Hare, a mysterious being who lives in the woods near her town.

Lest you think that all our stories revolve around girls, let me introduce you to some of our monster boys. Like Wolfboy, a young man who manages his sleepless nights by endlessly texting young women he’s met online, much to the consternation of his very conservative mother. Or Richard, a boy haunted by the closet in his bedroom that won’t ever seem to open. Or will it?

Looking for some delicious chills and thrills? Then give Slasher Girls and Monster Boys a try.

Behind the Paper: Part One

Magazine Display

This is the fifth time I woke up in the middle of the night. I grabbed the water bottle on my night stand and chugged it down. It was 3:00 AM and I had no intention of doing anything at this time, so I put the water aside and lied down again.

I got luckier this time, 3 more hours of sleep, and then I woke up again. This time, I got up, took a shower, ate breakfast, and rode the bus into town. As a magazine editor for Newsflash Magazine, today was the day that I interview Prince Charles, the crown heir of Frauda.

I should feel excited because this is a one time opportunity but I couldn’t care less. To me, he is so selfish and has a horrible personality, (based off of tv and books). Well anyways, he is supposed to be getting married to Allison, the princess of Gounda and I am suppose to write an article about it.

I arrived at the headquarters a little later than I anticipated. Everyone was working when I walked in, so I quickly sprinted to my cubicle. Right next to me, my best friend, Charlotte was working on her piece about women’s fashion. When she saw me, she quickly stands up and walks over to me.

“Have you seen the board!? I can’t believe you are working with the the most popular and hard working people in this company! Congrats!” Charlotte excitedly says, while I’m standing here confused.

“What?! What does the board say!?”

Charlotte answered my questions by just smiling. We have a board on the wall at my workplace that shows you updates and news about the company. I am suppose to look at the board first thing before going to my cubicle, but I rarely do because I am always late. Nervously, I walked to the board and looked. As I was walking, everyone was whispering and staring at me. As I got near the board, there was  a lot of papers on the board so I skimmed them all until I found my name on one.

“This is a mistake!” The paper stated that Newsflash Magazine Company added a new department. Usually, when you get moved to another department, it means that you get promoted in your job and you also have new people to working with you. As I saw my name on the paper, I recognized a few more of the people’s names.  Jacob Rod, Freddy Palms.. No! I am going to be in the same department as them!

Everyone that was listed were all men and they all were the most popular and hardworking people at work, like Charlotte said. This must be a mistake! Shocked, I returned to my cubicle and got all my stuff to head upstairs to my new department. As I entered my new department, I saw all eyes on me.

                                                         To be continued…

The Traveling Musician and a Native American

  

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    Hello readers! Sorry but I have not finished the third book in the Apollo series so I will share with you a little story of mine that I have been writing. It is a simple story about a traveling musician and a Native American. From the view point of the musician. This is part one.

       Life as a musician is not as carefree as you’d think. People don’t take you seriously, they laugh at you, beat you up, and take your money. My life was spent on the streets of London, born from dreams and ruined by reality. So when the sailors offered me a free ticket to the new world, what could I say but yes? What I didn’t know was that they meant I would be allowed to join their expedition in exchange for being a cabin boy on the ship.

      As we sailed the seas, I was left with the unfortunate ailment of seasickness. Throwing up in the bucket did not help the mopping of the decks. When I got off I realized that I had left my instrument on board, but again things were not in my favor and I was not allowed on board. I had to build my own! I was one of the first people here though so I had a good pick of land. It was large but on it lived a huge group of, well I think they’re Indians. I guess they are since we don’t have another name for them ever since the new world was discovered. I’ve heard terrible stories about them hurting settlers with weapons like clubs and spears and… and axes! I thought my luck, however much I had to begin with, ran out! But then I met you. 

       Since the villagers in other towns taught you English you understood me and welcomed me. Thank you” James stood and bowed politely. His sandy hair damp and freshly washed, splattered water on the crackling fire. His hosts had given him a pair of buckskin pants and a fur shirt as an act of good will. He went to leave when the chief of the village spoke.

       “You’re so very welcome, young man! We were glad to have you.” He grinned and added “But you said you are a musician, right friend? Why don’t you sing is a song before you go to sleep eh?” 

       “I… I’m not sure I can…”

       “Well we do have your type of money if that’s what you need.”

       “No! I’ll do it, it’s just that people don’t tend to like my music.”

       A young man spoke “Who cares? We just want to hear you!”

       A little girl smiled widely “Yeah! I bet you’re great anyway!”

James smiled with a little more confidence. He grabbed his instrument. A string instrument that was hit with a hammer to be played. “This is called: We will fly” 

       He closed his eyes, breathed in, and played. A soft melody flowed out into the room and echoed through the camp grounds. He accompanied it with gentle singing that grew in volume until the Queen of England could hear it.

       What he sang caught the attention of a young woman, who sat near them making their feast for the night. She was elated when she heard they were having a guest. She was disappointed when she realized he would not be staying for dinner. Now her hopes lifted like the song this man played. 

       “A song of a man in love” he said, though he’d never experienced it himself.

       This is what he sang:

       

       “Do not cry my love

       I can hear you now

       Even if you’re down, I am here

 

       I will never

       Leave you 

       In tears

       Stronger than all the other girls

       Brighter than the night sky

       You can’t ever be 

       the one I hate in my life 

       This world is so lucky to

       Have you in it 

       Will you be my wife?”

       The last verse was yet to be sung and was so melodic and uplifting you could hear a collective sigh echoing throughout the entire forest when he finished.

        “I know the stars shine on us

        When you are here with me

        Don’t ever lose hope

        So we can go flying 

        Away from all our strife

        So we can live”

       With James’ conclusion came the brightest smile on his face and the largest waterfall everyone swears they saw, rushing from his eyes. The song that slurred together many notes for sometimes one and other times multiple words made James so emotional that he would pour his heart into the song. And. They. Loved it.

       

       Thank you for reading! Hope you liked it, Rachel

Bullet: Part Six

 

Apartment Door Open

I sprinted to catch up with Rob and skidded to a stop in front of him. “Um, excuse me? What the heck! You can’t just march into my apartment room like a police officer!”

“If you didn’t have the bullet, you would be okay if I just searched,” Rob stated as he walked past me

“Rob, I’m being serious.” I grabbed Rob’s shoulder and whipped him around. “You’re not a cop. This is my property!”

“That’s the only reason you don’t want me to come in?”

“I wouldn’t want you to come in

for any reason! You made me lose my job!”

Rob sighed and marched onward. I couldn’t tell what it was, but as soon as I had mentioned that I wished he were never in my life, he seemed…quieter. And Rob is never quiet. I’m not a huge fan of most people, me being in introvert. But Rob? Complete opposite of me. Huge extrovert. So him being quiet meant something was seriously wrong.

“Why are you being so quiet?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” He said, purposely raising his voice.

“I don’t know, you’re being oddly quiet and more mysterious. I know we supposedly hate each other, but…” Don’t. Let your empathy. Get in the way.

“What was I going to wish for?” Rob finished.

“Yeah,” I need to stop going out in public. I instinctively went to walk into the building, not even realizing Rob was going to find the bullet on my bed if I let him in. Fortunately, Rob stopped in front of the building, and I turned around to face him.

“The thing is, I didn’t know what I was going to wish for. There were so many possibilities. Money, power, etc. But now, I’ve been feeling guilt for what I did as soon as you said that wish. All I’ve ever wanted was for everyone to like me, but now you hate me! I know you won’t forgive me for what I did so now I don’t now what I’m going to wish for, if I find that bullet, that you stole! So thanks a lot!”

“Wow,” I scoffed. “To think I thought you had emotions somewhere in you. Also, if you wanted people to like you, then why would you go through all that trouble to hurt me?”

“Jealousy,”

“Anyway, you don’t know if I’ll forgive you, even I don’t know. And you don’t even know who stole the bullet!”

“It was you,”

“Your proof?” Rob glared at me as he hurried by me and up the stairs. “Rob!” I yelled. I can never trust that never-changing jerk. I sprinted after him as I realized that I of course forgot to lock the door. Crap, crap, crap-

I reached level three and burst out the door and into my hallway. My door was wide open, Bullet howling like a mad-man. I whipped my phone out from my back pocket, steam rushing out from my ears. I dialed 911 and rushed into my room, ready to hit the call button at any moment.

“Ow!” Rob yelped, standing a few feet in front of me in the kitchen. There Bullet was, his head tilted sideways, his teeth locked into Rob’s ankle.

“Bullet!” I gasped, trying hard to keep myself from laughing out loud. Bullet released his jaw-of-death and rushed over to me, wagging his tail furiously.

Then, Rob’s phone began to ring just as he grabbed a paper towel and put it on his wound. He answered the call and put it to his ear with one hand, tending to his wound with the other.

“Hello?” A deep, muffled voice came from his phone. “New York City?…Now?…Yeah, yeah. I’ll try to be there as soon as possible. I’m currently in a bit of a situation with a neighbor, but I’ll try to hurry…Super important?…Immediately?…Oh, okay sir. See you there. Bye.” Rob hung up the phone, threw the paper towel away, and walked up to me and Bullet.

“You got lucky. But I’ll be back. I have a meeting to attend so I don’t lose my job like some people.” And with those final words, he walked out and slammed the door.