Friday, October 31, 2014

Marvel News!

Marvel has certainly blown us out of the water these past two weeks! First, they tell us Captain America 3 will follow the Civil War story-line, pitting Captain versus Iron Man, then they release the first teaser trailer for Avengers: Age of Ultron (which was absolutely AWESOME).  Then they proceed to share that Benedict Cumberbatch is in final negotiations to play Dr. Strange and release the schedule of movies up until 2019. All of which nearly gave me a heart attack ;) So here's the schedule! 
MARVEL JUST ANNOUNCED ALL THEIR MOVIES UP UNTIL 2018 AND IT'S 100% OFFICIAL AND there is just no way to process all this.


And as if that wasn't enough,  they release a clip of the team trying to lift Thor's hammer, namely Steve and Tony; and get this: Steve actually moves it ever so slightly, to Thor's initial dismay :) To be honest, this scene was adorable, though that may not be the best choice of word. But seriously, it shows the wonderful camaraderie of the team and I loved it. ;)
Yet another clip a Marvel fan so graciously shared with us was once again between Tony and Steve. These two men don't see eye to eye and it is particularly obvious here. They're discussing what the "Maximoff kid" Scarlet Witch showed each of them. According to speculation, the glimpse of Cap in 1940s from the trailer and the heartbreaking image of Thor lying on the ground and the shield shattered at his side are both visions Scarlet Witch shows Steve and Tony. Tony seems pretty shaken and tells Steve he "doesn't trust guys without a dark side" when it appears Steve has come out of the experience okay. They proceed to get into a heated argument (over what exactly, I don't know) In his anger, Steve grabs up a piece of wood and breaks it in two with his bare hands, as if it were a piece of paper, saying "Every time someone tries to stop a war before it starts innocent people die. Every time."

So, us Marvel fans will certainly be busy in the coming years! And I can't wait! Only about 7 months till Avengers: Age of Ultron. And only 47 days until The Hobbit: Battle of the Five Armies! ;)

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Another of My Writing Endeavors


The following is an excerpt from a short story (okay, not so short) I wrote about a year ago. Part 2 will be coming very soon. I hope to incorporate this into a bigger story someday. 

Another Time, Another Place
Part 1
What purpose drives me forward, ignites my entire being with an unquenchable fire? For I do not know where this path will lead, nor if I will return. I know only that I must, for I am driven by a force I am helpless to resist. One thought consumes me: If there was an answer, I’d find it there, though from whence this thought comes, I do not know.

              The gentle roaring of waves fills my ears, and then silently recedes. A bell tolls mournfully in the distance. A chilling breeze lingers in the air, sending a shiver down my spine. I slowly open my eyes to a faint light filtering through a hovering fog. My clothes cling to my skin as I push myself to my feet. I squint, struggling to see through the fog. My hand grasps the wall for balance as my feet stumble forward, breaking through the dense fog. A gasp escapes me. I stand upon a high stone wall overlooking a body of water stretching far beyond my sight. Yet the water is unlike that of any lake or ocean I have ever seen. It glistens in wondrous hues of blue, reflecting the rising sun like a rippling mirror.
              “You look as if you have seen a ghost,” a deep voice questions and I turn my head to a young man I can only describe as stunning. He stares with questioning green eyes, a faint smile softening his angular features, his stark black hair blown gently by the breeze.
              “I have never glimpsed such beauty as this,” I reply, spreading my hand toward the water.
              “A flawless masterpiece, is it not?” he says, slowly walking forward and stopping beside me. “I am Aiden Larkson,” he says as he takes my hand and raises it to his lips, prompting me with his keen gaze.
              Suddenly a shocking revelation enters my mind and my heart plummets deep within my chest. I know neither my name, nor my identity, nor the ground on which I stand. I disengage my hand from his grasp and press it to my head, as if by doing so I could will the terror seeping into my veins to subside.
              “Are you well, my lady?” he questions, his eyes mirroring his concern.
              “Yes, I am well,” I reply, though my stressed tone sounds foreign and weak to my ears. I search my mind desperately for any semblance of memory.
              “Ellie,” I answer, though from where that answer came, I cannot say. “My name is Ellie,” I repeat, more confidently this time.
              “Come, my lady, rest for a moment,” I hear his voice say, though it sounds distant and obscure to my ears. I sense, rather than feel, myself being guided to a bench.
              Suddenly his voice is lost to me and I feel my breath being purged from my lungs, leaving me gasping for air. Anxiety penetrates my mind and I must force my hammering heart to subside. A thought suddenly enters my mind, If there is an answer, you’ll find it here. The thought seems both foreign and familiar.  Slowly, I become aware of my surroundings and the firm hand upon my shoulder.
              “Mr. Larkson, forgive me for alarming you,” I speak quietly, looking up into his eyes. “I… am not sure how to explain this. I know neither who I am nor how I came to be here, however irrational that may seem. I know only that I have come to unearth an answer, yet to what, I do not know.”
              I watch as his face transforms from bewilderment into a dark shadow, his eyes now piercing. “My lady, I fail to understand. Yet I must say this, beware yourself here. Many unpleasant things have come to pass; curiosity could lead to peril,” he warns, his voice quietly threatening.
              A shiver runs down my spine as I turn from his gaze. “I thank you for your concern. Is there a place I may stay?” I ask as I stand, now hesitant of his presence.
              “The Garden Inn,” he replies, rising from his seat, “I will escort you there.” In his tone I sense no room for debate and that assumption is verified when he places his hand on my arm, firm and unrelenting.
              “Thank you,” I say, though it sounds forced and cold. He guides me swiftly through the cobbled streets. As we pass the beautiful villas, I notice the unnatural quiet within the town and feel my heart beat faster within my chest. My unease subsides as we reach a building over which hangs a battered sign reading The Garden Inn. He makes no move to release me as we enter inside. As he makes his way to the counter, I sense a tenseness lingering about the small crowd inside. Before I can object, Mr. Larkson purchases for me a room and releases my arm, handing me the key. I open my mouth to assure him such a generous action was unnecessary, yet I suddenly realize I possess have no other means of obtaining shelter and no money with which to pay him. I simply nod my head in gratitude and take the key from his grasp. Without further word, I make my way to my room.


*            *            *            *            *

              Later, I find myself walking through the streets, the morning chill now replaced by the refreshing warmth of the sun’s rays. My steps echo and I once again notice the eerie silence. I do not even know in which city I now reside, let alone who I am. My mind is utterly blank and it leaves me breathless with a fear I am unable to control.  If there is an answer, you’ll find it here. Once again that phrase penetrates my mind and I gasp. How will I discover an answer to a question I do not even know?
              Suddenly I feel myself falling, a surge of pain coursing through as I feel my head hit the pavement. My breath escapes my lungs in a gasp and my vision turns black.
             

              I wake to a throbbing pain within my skull. I open my eyes slowly, the pain nearly too much to bear. The dim light of a candle flickers beside me. I feel a damp cloth pressed to my brow and I gently turn my head toward the light. A shadowed figure stands nearby, his back to me. My heart races with fear. Suddenly the figure turns and I glimpse his features in the candlelight. He is young, with dark brown hair and deep green eyes that seem to stare deep within me. In a different circumstance, I may have found him handsome.
              “My lady, you have finally awoken,” he says in a deep, gentle voice.
              I struggle to push myself upwards, but the pain prohibits me from doing so. He places his hand on the arm to steady me. “You must remain still, until you have healed.” He removes his hand and reaches for a damp cloth, which he presses gently to the side of my head. “Thankfully the wound was minimal and the bleeding has subsided,” he explains, relief evident in his voice.
              “What happened?” I ask weakly, closing my eyes.
              “I do not know for sure, though it may have been…… deliberate,” he finishes hesitantly as my eyes fly open. “With all that has ensued lately, I would not deny the possibility, however preposterous. Though for something such as this to happen to a woman is beyond my belief.”
              My eyes close in exhaustion. I feel his hand gently squeeze my own as I drift off to sleep.


           I hope you liked it!! Any constructive criticism would be very appreciated!!  

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Chocolate Book Tag

First, I'd like to apologize for not having any new posts lately. It seems like I come up with this wonderful idea to blog about and then when it actually comes to writing it, my mind goes blank. A post on the new Avengers Age of Ultron trailer is in progress, so keep an eye open for that. 
Anyway, today I'm doing the Chocolate Book Tag. Since I'm new to blogging, I've never done a blog tag before and this one looks really fun! Thank you Beth over at Adventures of an Elven Princess  for nominating me!                   
                                                                                                               

       Here goes! 
Dark Chocolate (a book that covers a dark topic) 

       Hmm... probably the Zion Chronicles series by Bodie and Brock Thoene. It's a wonderful series about the struggles and persecution of the Jewish people and the boundless love of God, especially the struggle of one such Jew, who was forced to live a life of sin at the hands of the Nazis and came to learn what it meant to be loved unconditionally. 

White Chocolate (a light and humorous read)

Well... I don't really read too many humorous books since I tend to enjoy more serious, thought-provoking ones. So, I'll probably have to go with The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis. Yes, I admit it's tragic at times, but the humorous dialogue between the children and the talking animals always makes me laugh :) (The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien is another good "white chocolate" read)

Milk Chocolate (a book with a lot of hype that you're dying to read)

Definitely The Giver and The Hunger Games series. I know what you're thinking: *gasp* "She's crazy! Who hasn't read those books?" In short, my mother doesn't approve. But even though I love her dearly, I don't have the same mindset, so my goal is to read them at some point in the future to judge for myself. From what I've heard, they sound like wonderful stories with beautiful messages and values.


Caramel Filled Chocolate (a book that makes you feel all gooey inside)

Oh, these are my favorite types of books ;) I'm gonna go with For Such a Time by Kate Breslin. Aric. If you've read it, you know what I mean ;)

Wafer-less Kit Kat (a book that surprised you)

Pierced By a Sword by Bud Macfarlane Jr. My first reaction was: "Oh, great; this is gonna be another boring religious book." (I love my faith, but religious books just aren't my favorite) Now, halfway through it, I'm captivated. As a warning, it is very Catholic, so it may not be for everyone, but it is very inspiring. 

Snickers (a book that you're going nuts about)

The Divergent series by Veronica Roth. Enough said. But really, I don't know of any other series that has made me laugh and cry as much as this one (besides Lord of the Rings, but then nothing can compete with that). And talk about wonderful characters: Tobias, Tris, Uriah... Okay, now I'm just making myself sad :(

Hot Chocolate with Mini Marshmallows (a book you turn to for comfort)

While the Bible would be an obvious choice, The Story of a Soul by St. Therese never fails to inspire and comfort me in my struggles. 

A Box of Chocolates (a series you feel has something for everyone)

This may be a bit cliche, but The Lord of the Rings trilogy by J.R.R. Tolkien [I bet you can't tell who my favorite author is ;)]  The brilliant, awe-inspiring story of Middle-earth has remained a much loved classic of literature for generations. I think the very fact that movies are still being made from the books and The Hobbit is still being read in high school after all these years lends itself to the timelessness of Tolkien's works.



Again, thanks Beth for the nomination, I had so much fun doing this tag! And since I don't know too many other bloggers at this point, I'm going to nominate Dakota over at Dakota.Q's High school Blog and any others who would like to do their own tag.

Hmmm, this puts me into the mood for some real hot chocolate....



Sunday, October 12, 2014

Thoughts on Life

Hello everyone! First off, I want to thank all those that have taken the time to check out my blog and those who are now following it. It means the world to me :)
I just started high school about 2 months ago and I wanted to share some thoughts on this new stage in my life. Coming from a private school, stepping into the world of high school was a bit terrifying. The first week or so was pretty stressful, especially when it came to trying to get my stubborn locker open ;) or remembering where my classes were. But having three loyal friends at my side has helped tremendously, and I thank God for the beautiful gift of friendship I have been blessed with.
I still have those everyday struggles every teenager goes through, whether its wondering if that certain someone will ever notice me or trying to stay awake in Social Studies ;) And I know my life’s not perfect, but I know I have people that love me guiding me along the way.

Remember, God has a beautiful plan for our lives, even though we may not understand it yet; He will never forsake us.
  Inspirational Quote - Fear Quote - Sunflower Photograph -  mounted print wall art - Let Your Faith Be Bigger than Your Fear

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Why Captain America Is The Greatest Superhero

Captain America - 'cause who doesn't like a superhero with manners?<3Steve
         

"This is why you were chosen. Because the strong man who has known power all his life, may lose respect for that power, but a weak man knows the value of strength and knows compassion. Whatever happens, you must promise me one thing. That you will stay who you are, not a perfect soldier, but a good man. "


    He's not the most popular; Iron Man is. He's doesn't have the most strength; the Hulk does. He can't call lightning from the sky; Thor can. 
    But he is a humble leader and a loyal friend, an unyielding ally and a mighty soldier. His goodness runs deep and does not yield for anything. His loyalty to America and his friends will not be shattered. He fights for what's right even if that means he fights alone. He is a selfless hero. 
    This is Captain America.  
    All these qualities attributed to the iconic superhero are seen by many as reasons for his dullness. Many claim him to be too boring and uncomplicated because he's too good. They prefer the arrogance of Tony Stark because Steve Rogers never does anything wrong. 
    I disagree; in my eyes, Captain America lives a very complicated life. He was once a weak, bullied young man who became strong without forgetting what it was to be weak. He never lost his humility, never let his new-found strength mar his righteousness. By all rights, he should have been able to live a happy life after the war. But instead, he sacrificed all he had ever known to save millions. He became a man out of time, frozen and lost from memory for nearly 70 years. 
    Now, thrust into the modern world, he represents the values and mindsets that seem old-fashioned and simplistic. All that he stands for is now challenged. He lives a tragic life, cut off from his past and thrust into a world where the line between right and wrong is now blurred. 
   In my eyes, Captain America is an extraordinarily complicated and unique superhero, unlike any of the others. He is defined by his old-fashioned goodness, a goodness which is sorely lacking in our modern world. He stands as a moral compass for the us all, even for his fellow Avengers. He might not be the superhero everyone would want to be. Let's face it, he doesn't have a flying suit of armor and can't call lightning from the sky. But he's the person we should all strive to be in life. His selfless courage and humility is a wonderful inspiration for us all. 
    




Saturday, October 4, 2014

About Me

Hello!
     I guess I should probably start off by sharing a little about myself. My name is Elizabeth and I'm a complete fangirl (as is probably obvious by my blog's name). My fandoms include Star Wars, Lord of the Rings/Hobbit (anything in the realm of Middle Earth), Marvel (sometimes DC), Sherlock, and occasionally period films (North & South being my favorite to date). It all started with A New Hope when I was 11 and it's been a whirlwind since then.
     Besides that side of me, I love to write, whether it's plotting out story-lines and exploring new characters or pondering everyday things in my journal.  And I typically prefer listening to speaking, which usually comes across as shyness to those that don't know me.
     Another much-enjoyed pastime is reading. They say reading goes hand-in-hand with writing, which is certainly true for myself. Lately, I've been particularly interested in suspense/romance novels that take place in the World War II era. I strongly suggest For Such A Time by Abigail Breslin. It's a wonderful story of the struggles and hope of both the Jewish people and a Nazi himself. It follows the story of Esther from the Bible.
    I'm also a person who loves classics, especially due to the old-fashioned way in which they are written. But I also very much love J.R.R. Tolkien's writings. My favorite of his books was the Silmarillion, despite what a struggle it was to read it :) For those that have read it, you understand what I mean.
     My family, friends, and faith also hold a special place in my life. I love to spend time with my friends and siblings, especially my brother with whom I can share my nerdy side. As for my faith, God is the One in my life who means the most. He's blessed me with so very much, despite my own unworthiness, and for that I am forever grateful.
     So, in closing, I want to thank those that have read this; thank you for taking the time to read about my own boring self :)
<3 a fangirl
   

Friday, October 3, 2014

My Writing Endeavors: A Sequel to "The Most Dangerous Game"

The following is a short story I wrote in my freshman English class as a sequel to The Most Dangerous Game by Richard Connell: 
Illusions
The howling of the pursuing dogs filled his ears as he stumbled on a branch. He sprinted through the foliage, willing himself to keep his nerve. Ahead, the ocean stretched its endless arms in welcome.
The dead black eyes of Zaroff entered his mind and he plunged into the waves.
Rainsford awoke with a start, his eyes flying open. His heart pounded against his ribs and he blinked furiously, willing the grogginess he felt to disappear. He jolted upright as realization hit him. His glance fell upon the limp form of Zaroff, his arms and legs bound tightly. Satisfaction surged through him and he laughed aloud.
“You are not so mighty now, General,” he leered, pushing himself to his feet and walking to Zaroff’s side. Slowly, Zaroff’s eyes fluttered open, confusion etched across his features.
“The most brilliant idea came to me while I slept,” Rainsford said, the fire of vengeance building in his chest. “You will join me on a hunt; only this time, it will be me doing the hunting,” Rainsford continued, a villainous smile creeping across his face.
“You are a challenging opponent, Rainsford,” Zaroff admitted, though an evil glint lit up his dark eyes, “But I still have a few tricks up my sleeve.”
“We shall see,” Rainsford smirked. He snatched up a knife from the table beside the bed and sliced the General’s bonds. Then he surrendered the knife to the madman. “The clock is ticking, General.”
*          *          *          *
Reclining in an unbelievably comfortable armchair, Rainsford sighed, his boredom growing with every second gone by. Zaroff still had one hour head start. Not that it would matter, Rainsford thought with a smirk. He fingered the pistol at his hip, relishing the thought of killing the lunatic.
Suddenly, a loud knock broke the silence. He slid from his seat and quickly pulled the pistol from its holster. Walking to the door, he swung it open. “Did you give up already, General?” he leered, before his mouth fell open in shock.
He was standing face to face with Whitney. Concern soon gave way to relief on her face as she threw her arms around Rainsford’s neck.
“Rainsford! I’ve been looking for you for days! Do you know how worried I’ve been?” she exclaimed. Pulling back, tears glistened in her eyes.
“It’s all right, Whitney,” he assured, wiping a tear from her face. He ushered her inside and they sat together on the couch.
“What happened, Rainsford?” she questioned.
“I fell overboard and swam to this island, only to be welcomed by a madman, General Zaroff, who hunts humans for sport. Before long, I too became one of his victims,” Rainsford explained. “And now I must punish him for what he has done. I want him to feel the terror I felt, the cold dread of an animal being hunted.” As Rainsford spoke, his voice became cold and a gleam of insanity entered his eyes.
            Rainsford stood to depart and Whitney grabbed his arm. “Don’t do anything you’ll regret. Please,” she pleaded anxiously.
            Rainsford blinked and the gleam vanished. “Stay here, where you’ll be safe,” he replied as he squeezed her hand and walked away.
            An uneasiness settled in Whitney’s mind.
*          *          *          *
            Rainsford remained alert as he started off into the jungle. To his amazement, he soon discovered a trail of abnormally large footprints that could only belong to the madman’s. The trail led him across the jungle, nearer and nearer to Death Swamp. As Rainsford reached the swamp, he spotted something moving. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as he slipped behind a tree, quietly drawing his pistol. When he spun around again, the thing had disappeared. Confused, he crept forward. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the glint of sun on metal. He spun, but it was too late. Zaroff, knife in hand, jumped from a high branch and knocked Rainsford to the ground. Vengeance sprang up in Rainsford like a sudden fire, its flames driving him to madness. He rolled to the right and scrambled to his feet. Then he spun and struck Zaroff in the jaw, sending him to the ground, his knife flying into the swamp. Rainsford pressed his boot to the madman’s chest and Zaroff began to gasp.        
            “Now you know what it feels like, to be the animal. You will suffer like all those you have killed, you wretched creature,” Rainsford said, aiming the gun at Zaroff’s head.
            “No, Rainsford! Stop!” a voice yelled from behind him. “Don’t do this, Rainsford. You’re not sane. Don’t you see? If you pull that trigger, you’re not any better than him,” Whitney pleaded in desperation, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Please…”
            Rainsford slowly lowered the gun and turned to look at Whitney. In her peripheral vision, Whitney saw Zaroff raise a tiny pistol at Rainsford.
            “Watch out!” she screamed, throwing herself at Rainsford. The gun fired and Whitney collapsed to the ground. Without thinking, Rainsford raised his gun and fired at Zaroff; then he dropped to his knees beside Whitney.
            “Rainsford,” she whispered. He watched helplessly as the life drained from her beautiful eyes….

            “Rainsford,” a voice called. Slowly, Rainsford opened his eyes to Whitney gently shaking his shoulders. His breath was labored and his face damp, as if he had been crying. “I thought you were too old for nightmares.”

            Rainsford jolted upright. As his eyes became adjusted to the dimness, he realized where he was; he was in his room on the yacht. 
            Then it hit him; it had all been a dream.