It was an absolutely beautiful Saturday morning in May, the perfect setting for a gorgous wedding.  I was invited to this display of holy matramony by one of my good friends from high school, Paul.  All of his family was there along with some of our other friends from high school, with whom I was sitting. We were all in agreement that it would be an amazing wedding and that the couple were clearly in love with each other. 

The wedding began like any other, the bridesmaids and groomsmen all walked down the isle and so on and so forth. I watched Paul as the big moment came with his bride-to-be walking down the isle.  The usual look of pure excitement and love in the groom’s eyes was replaced with a look of nervousness.  I knew something wasn’t quite right with him but he proceeded with the ceremony as scheduled.  But before the minister could even get to the, “speak now or forever hold your peace”, line a woman came busting through the door cursing up a storm.  Nobody know who she was, but she was walking right towards Paul.  She then proceeded to reveal that Paul had been “seeing” her exclusively for several weeks.  Everyone gasped in astonishment, but before Paul could even attempt to explain his situation another woman came running through the church doors with a similar story. She stated that Paul was planning on taking her to Jamaica for a romantic vacation in just 3 days.  Many people around me in the church had surprised looks on their faces and Paul’s grandmother actually fainted! This whole situation was beginning to turn into a mad house, but not before a THIRD woman came waltzing in with her nose in the air saying that she was actually engaged to be married to Paul too.

After all four women came to the conclusion that he was a lying sneak and didn’t deserve any of them, they all walked out while given him a slap in the face on their way.  Everyone else slowly left the church while giving Paul a disappointed look as they passed. After everyone had left I walked up to him and said, “You were literally 2 mintues away from having to give her half of everything before you even went on the honeymoon. Be thankful”, and walked out the door.

“But what happens if we don’t feed the sea daddy?” A younger Lila asked plaintively to her father.

“Because like any other animal, if the sea isn’t fed, it will come looking for food. We don’t want that now, do we Lila?” Her father responded.

Lila remembered that her father never once looked her in the eye. A mix of fear, anger, and hopelessness flickered in her father’s eyes for a brief moment. That moment was enough to keep Lila from seeking any answers.

And so, without question, her town went to war with itself.

It was a sorry sight. There were only a twenty or so guns in the town, and they were evenly divided and distributed to each side. The rest of them carried knives, bats, pans, kitchen utensils, sticks, and the list of household items goes on. Already both sides have lost as many people as there were bullets The injured who were unable to fight were fed to the sea, as per the rules of the battle. The individuals who were shot were told it was an honor and that they would help bring the end of the war sooner. Now it was up to the footmen to decide the battle. 

“Come on, Lila! Quit dawdling and get on the boat.” Lila’s neighbor roared and pointed at the dingy little row boat already struggling with the weight of her friends. She climbed down the ladder and cautiously stepped onto the boat, quickly adjusting her weight lest the boat tip over. A small, mousy girl clutched her metal bat and breathed heavily. “It’ll be okay,” someone murmured, “there’s nothing to be scared of. It will all be over soon.”

The boys on the boat took to the rowing, while the girls kept the lookout. Lila concentrated on the horizon and saw an approaching rowboat filled with nondescript faces. For twenty minutes, both boats swayed at the mercy of the sea, seemingly toward each other as if the will of the sea was for them to fight. The waters were deceptively peaceful, and the tides aided both sides. Waves caused both boats to drift toward one another with little effort from the rowers. Lila concentrated on the people of the other boat and held her breath – she saw the faces of the town librarian and baker, a boy she used to babysit and tutor, her cousin, and a girl she didn’t particularly like. Their faces mirrored the faces of her own crew, the only difference being the color under which each rowboat sailed. The two boats would inevitably meet, the scared faux-soldiers would fight, and people would die. 

No one seemed to notice when Lila slowly stood up from her position. It was as if the rest of friends had stopped breathing when she did. Lila placed her knife on the floor of the boat and in one swift moment, she dived off the boat. The faces of the people on the boat were obscured underwater, and the sea itself obscured the sounds of protest and anger as well as the presence of war. 

Lila swam as fast as her body would allow towards a neighboring island. By ship, it would have taken a couple of hours, but now was not the time to be bogging her mind down with discouraging numbers. Lila’s only thought was to escape the battle, the blood, and the sea god. ‘But where are the bodies?’ Though Lila’s body still swam furiously, her mind slowed down to a halt. She raked her memory of the water near the ships, but couldn’t recall seeing any bodies, or any blood, or any fish for that matter. The bodies of the dead should have lingered before being carried away by the ocean.  Sharks would have come if there was blood in the water. Yet she could recall nothing. 

All of the sudden, the sea stopped moving. And Lila felt the sea hiccup.

The Lady with the Dog

            The Lady with the Dog was written by Anton Chekhov during the period of Realism. The story follows a married man who has trouble defining his role in life as well as what women are to him. He begins an affair with a married woman, Anna Sergeyevna, and fights through his own afflictions to finally fall in love for the first time in his life. The role of this affair plays with human desires and curiosity, while delving into concepts of nature and how the world views morals attached to faithfulness.

            Dmitri Gurov had grown into a life of deceit, forgetting consequences of his actions when he begins to woe other women. It seems to me that Gurov wants to challenge himself to see if he could win over another pretty face, as in the case with Anna. He did not do it for mere pleasure; after all he claims that women are of “the lower race,” but to try to satisfy a void in his soul that somehow he did not feel at home with his wife and children. (Page 1491) His actions may have been parallel to the power and control he felt when he conquered the lesser being. This is evident when he claims “And yet there is something pathetic about her,” and makes me believe Chekhov is foreshadowing Gurov’s true feelings about women, and never being satisfied with who he finds. (Page 1493) One can be satisfied if one lets go of obscene passions and desires and realize what God has given that person; everything to survive and live the way He wants us to live is a true power we all should possess.  However, there is no innocent creature of the night. Anna Sergeyevna herself thought little of her husband and gave in to Gurov’s advances. All the while she is worried that she will lose his respect for her, but until he realized his love for her, never held that respect. Again this represents Gurov’s disbelief in equality and how little feminism up until this time had not been embraced by all men.

            The never ending journey for a meaning in life, an absolution that one is meant to be living how one is living presents characteristics of nature. “The sea had roared like this long before there was any Yalta or Oreanda, it was roaring now, and it would go on roaring, just as indifferently and hollowly, when we had passed away. And it may be that in this continuity, this utter indifference of life and death, lies the secret of our ultimate salvation, of the stream of life on our planet, and of its never-ceasing movement towards perfection.” (Page 1495) Here, Chekhov understands that life is a continuous search for happiness, that there are subtle changes in life, as well as life-altering experiences people go through, and this will always be so. The countless string of women Gurov had charmed is his search for his own happiness and purpose. However, like the roaring sea, there are things that are constant, such as love. True love never dies and Gurov found true love in Anna which is why the affair did not cease. Both were loved; both were safe to be sailing toward the same horizon.

            This fictional work does not lack literary elements, such as symbolism and imagery. I believe Anna’s Pomeranian is a symbol of an unyielding warning that what its owner is about to partake in is horribly wrong. Chekhov presents this by having the dog growl at Gurov, meaning that the dog felt threatened and did not trust the man. The Pomeranian was being protective of its owner, and the entire scene makes readers question Gurov’s intent with the woman as well as his role in the story.

            The sea also plays a role in the philosophy of the story. Oftentimes, seas bring forth a calming effect and makes one get lost in thoughts of nature and creation. Not only that, the sea triggers an escape of a person’s soul, a wanting to leave behind worries and cares, a need to start over. Anna and Gurov often walked by the sea, taking in its beauty, while enjoying each other’s company. This gave them a portal where their spouses did not exist and lets readers believe their actions could be justified.

            Throughout the work, many events use imagery to defend its themes. One specific instance is when Gurov is left standing in the theatre because Anna went back to her husband for the show. The reader pictures a man with a dreary look on his face and slouched posture in torment. The woman he loved had just walked away from him, making the reader feel commiseration for Gurov, possibly turning opinions upside down and condoning his desires.

            The Lady with the Dog ties into Realism in large part because of the affair of Anna and Gurov. They are real characters acting on real emotions and curiosities. Having an affair and living with a secret is dangerous, but people do this; people let themselves play in an alternate world where it is just a man and a woman from different worlds trying to escape lives they do not want to go back to, which also defines Symbolism. Chekhov uses details that earlier writers did not use, such as describing the characters’ family and looks. Gurov “was not yet forty but had a twelve-year-old daughter and two sons in high school.” (Page 1491) Anna was a “young woman in a toque; she was fair and not very tall.” (Page 1491) These descriptions make us know the characters and relate to them on different levels, and we recognize these personalities. This was Chekhov’s goal in this work.

            In today’s world this story could be made into a soap opera, or a Lifetime movie because of the deceit and the sneaking around throughout. There is a demand to see real life in our entertainment that leaves us wanting more. It is enough to see it on the big screen, but what about the moral aspect of an affair? It is wrong for two married people to begin an affair, no matter if they fall in love. They not only break vowels said on their wedding day, but are committing a sin in the eyes of God. Cheating is something many people are frightened of and they pray it never happens to them. Sometimes a chance like that is not worth taking, and I believe that time caught up to Anna and Gurov, and both realized their tragedies late in life, and thus went back to the one God chose for them.       

  From behind the red door, on the second floor, the curtains stir and the blinds close hastily. Hope paces back and forth counting each step and questioning each count. Everyday he has noticed the girl on his steps creep onto his house…cell. Deceit. Hope puts another hole into the the peeling wall in aggravation. The house, or cell, moans and this only aggravates Hope. With busted knuckles leaving a trail of red out of his study down to the first floor he sits on the bottom stair and weeps. Longing. Hope glares at the door through the sting of salty moisture. There is no knob from inside. Hope built the foundation and structure in an attempt to isolate himself. He grew to hate himself and the house which he wished would collapse and swallow his being. Hope felt the cold bitter breeze of depression enter. Shiver.

  Loneliness wished longingly that the red door would open and she would gain access into a world she never knew, never could dream, never felt. Hope. But alas she knew that if whomever, whatever was inside cared for her they would’ve let her in by now. Assumption. With regret accompanying her she took leave taking a final glance at the carvings in the door. She began tip toeing to wherever home would be.

  Hope heard the sobbing cease and in a excited panic raced to the second story window, had she decided to knock and open the door? No, of course not. There is no need to have a false hope such as this. Inside his house Hope felt alone.

 From the house came the sobbing of Hope given up, under a bridge slept a hopeless Loneliness, and the red door held a secret that neither would ever know. The only thing that changed was the growing crack in a weathered concrete stair case that lead to a dream Loneliness would never know and a deceived Hope would never leave.

                                                  THe eND

I love Ranae’s Rose’s work and this one does not let me down.

Kelly is a determined girl…she has her dream of her own bakery and nothing is going to stand in her way….

When one day she takes a snap of a hunk, it alters her life in a surprising way…who is this Derek and what does he want?

A great racy read, I love this author’s work. The sex is realistic, without being smutty or ‘fake’. A great book to warm you up on these cold winter nights….

This short story is a great buy, I would advise you intelligent, romantic girls out there to check out this author and her works and bookmark her for the future!

This book is currently available for £1.99 for Kindle. 

Rachel Dove, The Kindle Book Review

If you’re carrying around this sort of pain, then you recognize while not a doubt simply how exhausting it may be. individuals spit off cliches like, if it absolutely was meant to be it’d have lasted, and you only shake your head. What do they understand anyway? what’s a cliche like that aiming to do to assist you live through somebody that you just still love? it is not, there’s additional to obtaining over somebody than simply thinking if it absolutely was meant to be, it’d last.

You have to urge to the basis explanation for what’s inflicting ou pain if you actually wish to progress and find past the problems that are creating you are feeling the means that you just do.

Here are some tips about the way to live through somebody you continue to love:

1) don’t permit yourself to hold around photos of them.

Pictures are one in all the simplest ways that to recollect somebody and the way they created you are feeling. So, if you’re attempting to urge over somebody, you do not wish to run around with their image in your pocket, do you? Take that image and forged it to the aspect. don’t permit yourself to hold it with you wherever you go. Let the past be the past.

2) don’t cite them for a protracted quantity of your time.

If you retain on talking concerning them, you actually are simply implanting additional and additional want into your subconscious mind. that’s not in the least what you wish to try and do. don’t permit yourself to devot massive chunks of conversation to your ex. If you’re still in love with them, that may simply cause you additional pain and cause you to feel worse concerning things.

3) Do consider people as perhaps future person you’ll date.

You may not wish to be too open concerning this, as you’ll find yourself walking right into another dangerous state of affairs. However, you are doing wish to be open to the likelihood and therefore the concept that the nexy person you meet could also be somebody you’ll date. That way, you’re not pondering the one you continue to love as being the sole one for you.

          It was just another dreary raining day when Janalyn Darcey attempted to catch the bus for school. She walked at a swift pace. She was running late that morning thanks to her sister Lea who turned off her alarm after she had gone to sleep. Janalyn was an early rising by nature, but today something wouldn’t allow her to get up on time. She only had enough time to change her clothes, run a comb through her long blond hair and grab a doughnut before taking off to catch the bus.

          As she was bounding the corner she saw the bus coming and ran fast in hopes of catching it. Finally it stopped as she was still running to reaching the doors to step inside. The driver gave her a dirty look as she showed him her student pass. She paid him no mind and took a seat in the back. She reached into her bag and opened up a paperback novel. It was the on old used copy of Interview with a Vampire. She got it in the bargain bin at the used bookstore down the block from her apartment building.

          Suddenly she felt someone staring at her and looked down from her book. Across the row of empty seats she saw a girl sitting in the far corner. She had scraggly reddish brown hair that was shoved back in a messy ponytail. The girl’s greenish gold eyes were almost hypnotic. She remembered seeing that girl. She lived a few doors down from her in the same apartment building.

          “Hi,” she said, but the girl wouldn’t say anything. “I’ve seen you around.” The girl nodded but just looked away. “What’s your name?” Janalyn asked.

          After a few second’s hesitation, she answered almost in a whisper. “Adrienne.”

          “You go to Damon High, right?” She nodded. Janalyn could tell she wasn’t a talker. “Yeah, me, too, I think we’re in the same history class. Mister Dike, 3rd period?”

          “That’s right,” she said. “He’s kind of boring.”

          “Yeah, I know. I got detention last week for falling asleep in his class.” Adrienne laughed at that. Janalyn took as her cue to sit closer. Suddenly Adrienne became tense, like she was afraid of Janalyn. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

          “No,” Adrienne said, pushing some of her loose hairs back. “No, I’m just not used to people getting too close to me.”

          “Oh,” Janalyn said, not knowing full well what she meant.

          “That’s okay. So maybe we can be friends,” she said. Adrienne looked a little confused. “You know, hang out, go to the mall, gossip about boys.”

          “Oh, sure,” she said. “I’d like that.” Adrienne smiled for the first, and Janalyn thought that this day might not be so bad after all.

          Once they were at school, the girls parted because they had different homerooms on two different floors. The morning passed by slowly, Janalyn being bored to tears. High School seemed to her to be an institution created by adults to torture innocent teenagers. As the bell rang ending second period, Janalyn was for once excited about 3rd period history. Adrienne was in that class with her, and she couldn’t wait to see her again. As she entered the room she saw Adrienne sitting in the back corner by herself. She waved at her and Adrienne seemed to perk up.

          “Hey, bus mate, miss me?” Janalyn asked.

          Adrienne stayed silent, just sat quietly at her desk. More students piled in which made the girl suddenly nervous. Janalyn saw a boy, one of the guys from the wrestling team come in. He had a bandage on his arm and was rubbing it.

          “Man, I can’t believe you sprained your wrist,” one of his friends said.

          “Yeah, Dean has one wicked arm,” the boy with the sprained wrest said.

          “Dumb jocks,” Janalyn said and looked over at Adrienne. She noticed her new friend was rubbing her wrist, a pensive look on her face. “Hey, you okay?”

          “Yeah,” Adrienne said. “My wrist just hurts.” She looked over at the boy with the sprained wrist and over at Adrienne. That seemed strange to her. Adrienne didn’t have any marks on her wrist that she could see, but she looked like she was in so much pain.

          Class soon started and Janalyn was yet again subjugated to another boring lecture of the holocaust of World War II. The subject could have been more exciting if they had gotten Miss Hayes for a history teacher. She was quite dramatic and liked her students to act out scenes in history. Hopefully she would get her next year.

          Half way through class Janalyn started to fall asleep, but Adrienne nudged her awake. “Thanks,” she mouthed without saying the words out loud. The last thing she needed was another day in detention. A few rows ahead the same two jocks were playfully punching each other as Mister Dike had his back turned to the board. Janalyn heard a noise come from Adrienne’s direction as one of boys smacked the other in the head.

          “Hey, man, that hurt,” the one who was hit said. Janalyn noticed Adrienne holding the side of her head whimpering silently. That was so strange, she thought. The first time it happened, she just thought it was her imagination, but twice.

          Mister Dike suddenly looked back at the two boys who were in a playful wrestling match. He face became stern, staring the two boys down. “Stop it this instant,” he demanded. That when the boy with the sprained wrist fell to the floor. He cried out in pain and at the same time so did Adrienne. “I will have none of these shenanigans in my classroom.”

          “Mister Dike,” Janalyn said, while raising her hand. “I think something’s wrong with Adrienne.”

          Mister Dike came to the back of the classroom and looked at the girl. “What seems to be the trouble?”

          “I just don’t feel so well,” Adrienne said. “May I be excused?”

          “Alright,” Mister Dike said. “Go straight to the nurse’s office.” Adrienne gathered her things and collected a pass from Mister Dike and sped down the hallway. Janalyn hoped she would be okay. Mister Dike then turned to the two boys who caused all the trouble and said, “As for you two, detention after school for the rest of the week.”

          Janalyn couldn’t help but silently laugh. Dumb jocks got what they deserve, she thought to herself. The bell soon rang and as she was heading for the door. That when the two jocks cornered her. “Hey, J.D.” the boy with the sprained wrist said. “What happened to your friend?”

          “She just felt sick is all,” she said. “Looking at your faces I can see why.”

          “That spaz would get sick over any little thing,” the other said. “Maybe she just wants attention.”

          “Or maybe she’s just a freak,” the boy with the sprained wrist said. “Like you,” he whispered in her ear.

          “Fuck off,” Janalyn said, pushing past them and out the door. She looked down the hallway and saw Adrienne run into the bathroom. She followed her inside, looking around but didn’t see her. She waited until all the other girls left before calling out her name. “Adrienne, are you in here?” There was a girl in the last stall, but she wasn’t sure if it was her. The girl emerged confirming that it was indeed Adrienne. “Hey, what happened to you?”

          She went to the sink to splash some water on her face. She was breathing heavier than normal, but she tried to gain enough composure to speak. “Nothing,” she finally said. “I’m okay.”

          “What happened is there?” Janalyn asked. “I saw something weird, but I’m not sure what?”

          Adrienne stayed silent for a moment, looking like she was going to cry. “It’s just something that happens when people gets to close, people in pain.”

          “Like that guy’s wrist and when he got hit in the head and fell to the floor.” Janalyn had a look of shock about her. “Oh, shit. You mean you felt that.”

          “Please, don’t tell anyone,” Adrienne pleaded.

          “I won’t,” she said as the next bell rang. “Hey, it’s lunch time. Do you want to eat together?”

          “No, I’m not hungry,” Adrienne said. She still looked upset, but Janalyn heard her stomach grumbling.

          “Okay, then,” Janalyn said, walking to the door of the bathroom. “See you later.”

          Janalyn made her way to the lunchroom. Since she had no time to make her lunch that day because she was running late, she was forced to buy her lunch. She really hated the food that the school made, but today she had no choice. She stood in line what seemed like forever and settled on a burger and fries. She passed on the green Jell-O and went instead for the chocolate pudding.

          She found a free table and sat at the end, but soon the cheerleaders were gathered around talking gossip about the football team and the wrestling team. Janalyn hated jocks. She thought them so phony. Even though she was only fourteen she could spot a faker a mile away. Her sister just thought she was a masochist, who just went out of her way to be different. She didn’t pay much attention to Lea anyway. She had messed up her life enough, and Janalyn wasn’t going to go down that road.

          Soon the boys from the wrestling team came to join the cheerleaders. One in particular, Janalyn loathed. His name was Dean Jacobs, and in Janalyn’s opinion, the biggest ass to ever walk the earth. She hated how he treated other people. The smaller kids he considered to be nerds often became the victims of his pranks. One of these days, she vowed. Someone was going to teach him a lesson. She just hoped she was there to witness it.

          “Okay, People,” Dean stood up and shouted. “Who here is man enough to take me on?” Janalyn laughed to herself. He wasn’t just an asshole, she thought. He was king of the assholes. A boy stood up, a sort of wimpy looking kid, compared to Dean, but he must have had some bravery to take on the Captain of Wrestling team. Janalyn watched out of the corner of her eye as the boy got pummeled by Dean. She thought that it was a good thing that Adrienne declined the invitation for lunch. This situation may have been too much for her. One by one these poor kids were becoming the latest victims of Dean’s obsessive need to prove his superiority.

          “Time to put a stop to this,” she said and got up from her seat. Dean stood up again as too much time had passed since his last victim. Janalyn slowly walked up to him. She stood face to face with him, although he a half a foot taller than her she didn’t flinch.

          “Take me on, cueball,” she said. Her eyes flared at him, but he simply laughed. “What’s so funny?”

          “You?” he said, laughing and pointing at her. “Take on me.”

          “What’s the matter?” she asked.  “You afraid?”

          “Of you?” he laughed while all his friends joined in. “I don’t wrestle girls. At least not like this.”

          “So you are scared,” she said. She pointed a figure at him and continued, emphasizing every word. “Of…a…tiny…little…girl.”

          The small crowd around him went wild. Soon they were chanting. “Fight! Fight! Fight!”

          “Well, how about it, tough guy?” Janalyn said.

          “Fine, have your way, but don’t cry when I beat you,” he said.

          “You wish,” she said as she sat down at the table. He sat down too. The look in his eyes told her that he wanted to teach her a lesson, but he was in for a big surprise. As he took her hand he instantly started to feel weak. He had a look of shock on his face as he looked into her icy blue eyes. Before he even knew what happened she had beaten him. A look of satisfaction came upon her face, while the onlookers where in shock, mouths gaping open, and no one said a word as she stood up and made her way next the place where he was sitting. “Let’s get one thing straight,” she said, pointing a finger at him. “Your days of torturing the kids in this school are over.” She put her hand of his chair and concentrated. Suddenly the chair became so light that his weight could not support it, and he fell over onto the floor. “Death to dumb jocks,” she said as she collected her things and walked out of the lunch room.

          “You’re dead, you stupid bitch!” he yelled as she walked out.

          “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” she said to herself, giving a little laugh. “Yes, today is definitely a good day.”

          The rest of the day went smoothly. No more crazy incidences, just the same old routine. Janalyn couldn’t wait for the day to be over. She really wanted to talk with Adrienne some more. They were both alike in a way. She had never met anyone else who was like her, different, with special abilities no one else had. Then again maybe she had and didn’t know it.

          Gym class was her last period, and one she excelled at. Often coaches tried repeatedly to get her to join teams, but she refused. She played for the love of the sport and not to win, but it seemed that whatever sport she played no one could best her. This semester it was volleyball, a game she loved. She didn’t need to use her powers to win at this game.

The game took a lot of skill which meant a lot of practice. When she was playing she didn’t have to think about anything else. She never missed a hit when it came to this game, or any other game she played. She often wondered if that was part of her powers, or just a natural talent and instinct for sports.

          Before she knew it the couch blew the whistle indicating that the period was over. She hated that she had to stop playing, but she was sweating profusely and wished to change into some fresh clothes.

          She took her time in the locker room while most of the girls hurried out as quickly as possible. Soon she was the only one left in the locker room. It was so quiet and peaceful. She could almost hear the silent crashing of the ceiling as any building settles over time.

          She washed her face and put on a fresh T-shirt. As soon as she put in over her head she heard a noise. It startled her and she quickly pulled her shirt down. She turned around to see three of the jocks, obviously Dean’s friends. They were coming towards her.

          “What do you want?” she demanded to know. She slowly backed up as they kept coming towards her. She suddenly found herself backed up against the wall with nowhere to go. She gasped, never in her life had she felt more frightened.

          “You, girly,” one of them said. “You humiliated our friend and now you have to pay.”

          “Pay for what?” she scowled at them. “He deserved what he got.”

          “And you deserve what you’re gonna get,” he said, grabbing hold of her throat.

          “Hey, Rick,” the boy behind him said. “Don’t kill her yet.”

          “Yeah,” the third one said. “Let’s have a little fun with her first.”

          The boy that held her by the throat smirked in agreement. “Yeah, sounds like a good idea.”

          He started to feel up her shirt, which gave her an uneasy feeling. “Let go of me,” she choked out as his one hand still held her throat. “I warned you.”

He just laughed at her as well as his friends. Her hand gripped tightly around his arm attached to the hand that held her throat. She felt his grip on her breast under her brae. She wanted to cry out, but she wasn’t about to give them the satisfaction. She concentrated harder, harder than she ever had before. She let out an angry growl as she pushed the boy who held her away.

          A look of fright can to his face, as he felt the weakness over take him. He fell to his knees, gasping for air. “What the hell!” he managed to get out.

          “Hey, she’s one of them freaks,” the second boy said pointing at her. “I’ll show you what we do to freaks.” He came at her along with the third boy. The first one had recovered enough to join in the attack. She tried with all her might to fend them off, but they were too much for her.

          This time she did cry out. They were going to rape and kill her, and she was helpless to stop them. Suddenly she heard a voice coming from a distance. “Let her go!”

One of boys looked back. “Get out of here, or your next.”

“No!” a girl shouted. Janalyn knew that voice. It was Adrienne. “I’m not going to let you hurt her.”

          “No, Adrienne!” Janalyn shouted. “Get out of here! Get help!”

“No,” she insisted coming towards them. She was just a few feet away when she stopped. “I’m not afraid anymore.” Janalyn could see the intense look in her eyes. “Let her go, now!” she screamed to the top of her lungs.

Suddenly all the windows high in the locker room shattered one by one, the glass splaying onto the floor. Lockers burst open as their metal strews came out and shot Janalyn’s attackers in the head. Adrienne seemed to be feeding off that pain, and her power was slowly becoming more intense. The sink pipes burst apart water spraying everywhere.

“Janalyn, get into the corner,” Adrienne shouted.

The floor tiles came loose one by one, like hundreds of dominoes and flew in the direction of the boys. Each blow sent more shocks of pain into them, Adrienne relishing every bit of it. Janalyn witnessed everything that was happened, refusing to shield herself from the horrific scene. She looked on with a mixture of horror and awe.

“Adrienne, stop!” she called out. Adrienne looked over at her friend. “You can stop,” she said in a softer tone. “It’s okay now.”

Suddenly Adrienne closed her eyes and except for the rushing water all was quiet.  Janalyn joined Adrienne who was standing over the three pathetic creatures huddled on the floor.

“You,” one of them stuttered out pointing at the two girls. “You’re…?”

“Sadians?” Janalyn said. All three nodded. “Very good, and don’t you forget it.”

          “After this the whole school is gonna know about you,” the one that held her throat said.

          “Yeah, and who would believe you,” Janalyn said. “Two helpless girls beating the crap out of three big strong guys like you.”

          “We’ll tell,” another one said. “Them they’ll come and lock you up.”

          “You do, and Adrienne and me will finish the job. They may get us, but you’ll be dead. Got it?!” She took Adrienne’s hand and led her out of the locker room.

          “High school sucks!” Adrienne said, looking over at Janalyn.

          “Yeah, but look at the bright side. It only lasts four years.”

          “Great,” Adrienne said as they disappeared down the hall.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006KXE4O4

PrProduct Description

A collection of short fiction tales encompassing everything from fusion with alien life-forms to corporate greed, deadly revenge, deep regrets, terrifying technology and sexual profitabilty. A truly diverse anthology of glorious coffee-break reading, designed to make you laugh, cry, wonder but most all pause for thought. My intention was to create a book that the reader would find it difficult to put down, and I believe I have succeeded.For my UK fans, the place you need to go is found at https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B006KXE4O4This book has been a real labor of love for me, and I hope you will appreciate that point as you find yourself totally engrossed anf thoroughly entertained by this superb anthology of stunning imagination, a veriatabe fiction feast to be savoured when enjoying a period of rest and recuperation from the demands of the frantic festive season. Buying this brilliant book will be the best decision you ever made, and I look forward to hearing your responses to it.

Sociology Book Report

Luna

Summary

In the novel Luna the story of a troubled transgender teen, Liam, is coupled with the struggling lifestyle of his sister, Regan, who is catapulted into his life whether she likes it or not. Attempting to live a normal high school life, these teens wake up and get dressed like everyone else, except for one difference- Liam is a girl. He was born in the wrong body, and has always thought of himself as a female, despite his male appearance. Every night, he dresses up as Luna, his female self, and fantasizes about what it would be like if people would accept him for who he really is. Unfortunately, it’s not that easy. His Dad has always pressured him to be a normal boy, and has tried his best to raise him as the ideal son. His Mom is seemingly unaware of Liam’s internal strife. The only confidante that he has is his sister, Regan, who has kept his secret faithfully and tried her best to protect him. 

As the book starts off, Regan is absorbed with Liam and his secret life, satisfied with a babysitting job and meager grades. However, as the novel goes on, and she meets a boy she likes in Chemistry, she realizes her ambition to be more than just part of Liam’s life. As Liam starts to transition more and more into Luna, Regan struggles to keep up with the role she plays with Liam and the rest of the world. She isn’t as smart as Liam, who breezes through high school and makes money selling custom made computers, nor as personable, and has very few friends. Her compassion and love for her brother are eventually challenged as Chris, her chemistry crush, becomes more and more involved in her life, and she risks exposing Luna. Liam starts to explore more and more, dressing as Luna at the mall, at restaurants, and even at school, and Regan is tortured by the negative looks and glances that Luna receives in public. 

One night, Liam offers to baby sit for her so that she can go out with Chris. But when she gets back from a rather disastrous date, she finds that Liam has been dressing up with her employers clothing, and finds herself out of a job. The hurt and hate towards Luna escalates and she screams at him, telling Liam she wishes that he had never been born. The negative feelings don’t last though, and the next day she is helping Liam explore his future as a transgender teen. While she is helping Liam with his life, she ignores her schoolwork and Chris, who surprises Regan with his feelings for her. Finally, Liam reveals to their parents and his best friend that he is a girl. His dad almost beats him up, but Regan comes in between the two and tries to help. Liam decides to fly to Washington State to start his transformation into Luna with a fellow transgender that he met online. The novel ends with Luna flying off to start a new life, and Regan finally being able to live her own life. 

The author, Julie Ann Peters, has many other books about lesbian, gay, and transgendered subjects. She is lesbian, and has probably experienced many of the feelings she writes about in her novels. She probably wrote this book to express the rare point of view of a teenage transgender male to female, and from a teenage point of view, one that she is an expert in. It is a fictional story.

 I choose to read this book because I find the concept of gender identity interesting. It related most to the unit we were currently doing, and after seeing Katy Thomas in the classroom, I thought it would be cool to learn more about male to female transgender people. The high school atmosphere of the novel also really appealed to me, and I was better able to connect to the characters because of the modern setting. Overall, I’m not exactly sure why I choose this book. When I read the description, I thought it was really curious and interesting the way that the story of the teen transgender was given from the sisters perspective, and I wanted to learn more about that. After reading and analyzing this book, I’m glad I made that choice. 

Applying a Sociological Perspective

“Liam’s voice filtered down the Materas’ hallway. “Please,” he pleaded. “Don’t hurt me.” 

“Take it off,” David’s voice.

At the end of the hall Elise stumbled backward out of her bedroom, face paralyzed with fear.

“Please,” I heard Liam say again, “I was just fooling around.” My brain engaged. Elise turned and saw me racing over toward her, but her haunted eyes strayed back to the bedroom. To whatever fright scene had horrified her.   -Page 169

Symbolic Interactionism – This sociological perspective focuses on the interactions from one person to another, and how it affects our personality and sense of self. It states that a person’s view of the world is directly shaped from what we see in our day to day lives. 

In this scene, Liam is caught dressing as Luna while he is covering for Regan when babysitting. This scene illustrates Liam’s uncontrollable desire to be himself- or herself. He can’t resist the urge to dress like a girl.  Symbolic Interactionism would trace this desire back to Liam’s childhood. He has always thought himself as a girl, even when little. He has preferred to play with girls toys, made only female friends, and distanced himself from anything masculine. However, his parents have always pressured him to be a boy, surrounding him with boy clothes and forcing him to do sports. In addition to that, society had told him that it’s not okay for a boy to feel like a girl. With all this pressure to be a boy, he has been forced to act as one his entire life, keeping his true feelings a secret to everyone but him and his sister. Not being allowed to be himself has made him moody and depressed, and has even attempted suicide. 

His pent up desire to be a girl has been even more amplified with his interactions with his sister. She is showered with girly toys and clothes, something that Liam really wants, but can’t have. Basically, Liam wishes that he was Regan. Because he has had that female lifestyle so close to him, but not attainable, he takes every chance he can to be feminine. He was unable to deal with his overwhelming desire to be a girl, and couldn’t help dressing up when he was babysitting, being surrounded by girly things from the mother of the household. Unfortunately, the parents didn’t like it so much, and ended up firing Regan.

Overall, the interactions between him and his family has created conflicting perceptions in his own identity. He wants to be a good son for his father, and acts like a boy on the outside, but secretly he knows he’s a girl, and cannot help but long for the things that his sister has. He occasionally lets his urges get the best of him and acts out of character.

Applying Sociological Concepts

Family- The definition of family is a hard one. Technically, family is your parents and direct siblings. But really, a family is any group of people that you frequently interact with and know intimately. They are a primary group, and frequently family members rely on eachother to get by in their day to day lives. It is also a principal institution for socialization.

“Dad was chuckling at the comics when I trudged up the basement steps and into the kitchen. Next to him, at the dining room table, Liam absently spooned Wheat Chex into his mouth while scanning a textbook into his mega brain. Advanced Placement Physics, I noted with more than a twinge of resentment… Mom took her chair at the other end of the table. She punched buttons on her cell phone and put it to her ear while Dad said to me,  ‘You need to slep. Girls have to get their beauty rest.’ Liam’s eyes met mine. I expected him to smirk or something, but instead he glared.” – Page 6

This breakfast scene depicts the O’Neil family on a typical morning. They do love eachother, but they frequently get on eachother’s nerves. They are all very busy and remind me of my own family. They do illustrate the concept of family though. They live together, and know eachother really well, although the parents don’t know about Liam’s secret. They also have roles, like their Mom is the caretaker, their parents both provide money for them, and they are getting an education thanks to their parents efforts. They have also helped socialize Liam and Regan over the years.

Gender roles – Gender roles refer to the set of behavioral norms that are considered to be socially approved for a specific sex. Typically males are supposed to be tough, brave, and strong, while females are supposed to be caring, emotional, and analytical. 

“As I resnapped Tyler’s onesie, it struck me how ordinary these kids were. “They fulfill their gender expectations,” Liam would say. Whatever that meant. All I knew was you’d never mistake Mirelle for a boy, or Cody for a girl. Tyler was still a baby, so he didn’t count. If you dressed Ty in frilly clothes, people would still probably coo over him and call him a “pretty little girl.” – Page 50

“Pretty. A word for girls. The way handsome described boys. Liam was right; people did use boy and girl language. They expected different behaviors. When kids acted “out of role,” as Liam put it, they were labeled tomboys or sisses.” – Page 50

This excerpt describes Regan’s realization about gender roles while babysitting. She realizes that the kids she babysits fit into society’s gender roles very neatly. Cody plays with action figures and Mirelle plays with dolls. Cody wears boys clothes and Mirelle wears girls clothes. Liam however, does not fit his gender role. He is sensitive and feminine, because he really is a girl on the inside, but society expects him to be more masculine and tough. Sometimes Liam gets bullied at school because of it.

Gender Identity – The way an individual self-identifies with a gender category. Traditionally, this matches your natural sex, but for some such as Liam, this is not the case.

“Dad never played favorites, if that’s what Liam thought. In fact, since his birthday was in March, and mine fell a week after Christmas, Liam always got more presents than me. What did Liam want, to be the girly whirligig? It struck me like a hammer to the head. Well duh, Regan. That’s exactly what he wanted. It’s what he always wanted. If Liam could wish for one thing in the world, one birthday present, he would ask to be born again. Born right, in the body of a girl” – Page 14

This excerpt shows Liam’s true gender identity. He honestly believes that he is a girl, although he has a male body. It’s an odd concept for most of our society, but one that I believe everyone has struggled with at some point or another. However, most people are satisfied with their gender, and do not wish to change. Liam truly wishes he was a girl, and that’s why he creates the name Luna, to represent his real self. Later on in the novel, he confesses that he only pretends to be Liam, where as really, Luna is who he truly wants to be.

Self – The self is the individual person as an object of their own consciousness – how one sees themselves. Not how others see them

“Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life. “ – Page 98

“This was the first time I’d ever felt such happiness, such hopefulness about my life. About me. My future.” – Page 148

Regan’s sense of self is very complicated. It seems as if her sense of a self is being drowned out by Liam’s. There is a quote on page 110, where Regan describes her ideal color: “Gray is so ultra, uber me.” She is comfortable being a nobody, being gray, with a few close friends and no dreams or aspirations. Yet secretly, she is also searching for who she is, just like every other teenager, she is just so caught up with her brother that she doesn’t always have time for herself. At the end of the novel, Luna gives Regan a whole set of clothes, but they aren’t gray. They’re colored. Luna says “it’s about time you get some color into your life.” Now that Luna has left her life, Regan will finally have time for herself.

Conclusion and Personal Reflection

• This novel is a case for non-malleable sex identity. Despite being raised as a boy, Liam identifies himself as a female, and has ever since he was a little kid. Sociologists and Scientists still aren’t sure exactly how our gender identity is formed, but studies have shown transgender people to be chemically different than average male or females. Basically, if a kid is meant to be a girl, he will always feel like one, no matter how much pressure is put on him to act otherwise. In the story, Liam states many times that he would actually rather die than lose his female self. This shows the struggle that many transgender people face when stuck in the wrong body

• Society has strict gender norms. When Luna starts to go out in public, she receives many hateful stares and glances. Some kids call her “fag” behind her back. It is not normal for a boy to dress as a girl, and when people see her dress that way, they are very disrespectful. It is this challenge that makes it so hard for Liam/Luna to be herself. Later on in the book, she is actually stopped at the airport and not allowed to board the plane until she dresses as a male to match her id. In another case, the security at the mall was called because Luna wanted to try on a dress. Basically, when we act outside our gender roles given by society, then there are social consequences that can hinder transgender people trying to be themselves. This is one of the main conflicts in the novel.

Personal Reflection: This novel has taught me many things. Primarily, it’s offered insight into the life of a transgendered person, especially on a teenage level. I’m pretty comfortable with my gender personally, but I found it easy to connect to the characters struggling with their identity in the novel. Although the character Liam was a primary focus in the book, I found myself really liking Regan. She is an incredibly compassionate sister, and very down to earth. She is rarely concerned with trivial things, and has a great view on life, even though she is very unsure of her future. 

I think that the main message in this book is to be who you are, no matter what that is, and try your best to rise above social pressure to conform. There is a fresh, youthful atmosphere in the book that I really liked as well. Overall, I really enjoyed reading this book, even though it’s kind of a girly read, I loved the way the story was told and how interesting the lives of Regan and Liam were. I don’t know if I’ll ever encounter any transgender people that are my age, but atleast now I know what they may be going through. I’m glad I had the chance to read this book.

Houston Undercover Cops

Season 1 Episode 12: Big Mack the Drug Lord

By Jecory Hobbs

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

          Mack Berlin, 25 years old, was from Compton California, has been selling drugs for one year now and he is currently the most wanted criminal in Houston. Today Big Mack and his gang members were selling dope from an old mansion that no one in Houston knew about. Big Mack is the leader of the Black Mafia Brotherhood Gang and it is one of the most dangerous gangs in the city. BMB13 gang members were armed with various of weapons and they were responsible for protecting Big Mack from the police. Not only would they protect him from police they would help him take over the city. Big Mack has been hiding in the old mansion for one year now and no law enforcement officer ever found him. Last week he shot and killed thirty men in a raging gang war that took place in Southwest, Houston. BMB13 got into a shootout with another gang because the leader owed Big Mack a lot of money. Six months ago he gave the gang leader 10,000,000 dollars as a loan because the leader needed the money to open up a large drug cartel business for his gang. Mack warned the man that he would kill him if he didn’t pay him back in six months. He currently runs an illegal loan service online where he loan criminals the money they need and it didn’t matter how much they wanted.

            Rather people had good credit, bad credit, or no credit at all he would still give out loans. Big Mack does not give people loans that exceed 10,000,000 dollars. The Houston Police Department is working hard to take dangerous BMB13 members off of the streets and stop the illegal distribution of drugs. Big Mack traveled to different countries in the world to find seeds. In the back of the mansion, he grew weed, heroin, cocaine, pot, tobacco, and other drug plants. He grew the largest drug garden in Houston and his men protected the backyard with hand machine guns. He knew creating a website would be risky. He decided to make the website private and people had to receive an invitation from him only. He met thousands of people on facebook which he trusted and sent them invitations to his online business. If anyone told the police about his illegal drug online business, they would face consequences, and Big Mack would kill their family. No one ever snitched on him because they knew the consequences and that’s why Big Mack only added people on facebook, which looked trustworthy.

            After being in business for a year, Big Mack became a millionaire from the dope he sold online. When someone bought drugs from him online he would send one of his gang members to deliver the drugs in a 99ford van with blacked out windows. He continued to operate the gang at the old warehouse and spent millions of dollars each day. He was proud of himself for becoming successful with the drugs he sold.

            On this particular day in 2011, six BMB13 members brought a man and a woman into Big Mack office and sat them down in chairs. They used a long rope to tie them up in the chairs and Mack stared at them as he smoked heroin. The man and woman was in a lot of trouble because they failed to pay off the loan Mack gave them six months ago. Mack opened his desk and threw his hand machine gun on the desk. The woman cried silently, her eyes were red, and watery.

            “Welcome to my office guys. The reason I sent my men out there to find y’all because y’all motherfuckers owe me 5,000,000 dollars each.  Now where the hell is my money!” Big Mack asked.

            “Listen Mack please don’t kill me. I don’t have your money yet but I promise I will have it tomorrow morning. I only have 2,000 dollars,” man responded.

            “Jordan I gave your ass six months to pay me back that’s why it’s my last day loaning people money because they never pay me back!” Big Mack yelled, enraged.

            “Listen man I don’t want to die, I have two little girls, and a lovely wife at home can you give me another six months?” Jordan asked, politely.

            “Hell no! You have two hours left to come up with 5,000,000 dollars or I’m killing you and your family do you understand me?” Big Mack asked.

            “How am I supposed to come up with 5,000,000 dollars Mack I’m not rich like you are?” Jordan asked.

            “You better go rob some fucking banks or do something. You’re two hours away from death Jordan. And Lori the girl sitting next to you is about to die because she failed to give me my money!”  he warned.

            Jordan knew he would die if he didn’t pay Big Mack 5,000,000 dollars in two hours. He thought about robbing a few banks in the city, but he did not want to get into trouble. He turned his head and saw his family tied up in chairs. His wife and his two daughters. Big Mack gave Jordan five minutes to talk to his family.

            “Jordan please rob a bank or do something because we have two hours left until we die. You should’ve paid him back five months ago!” his wife said, terrified.

            “I don’t know what I was thinking when I borrowed 5,000,000 dollars from him baby. We only have two hours left and I am wondering how I am going to steal that much money from the bank!” Jordan said, concerned.

            “Oh no we’re going to die Jordan oh my Lord. I don’t know how we going to get 5,000,000 dollars please go rob a bank!” she cried.

            “Baby I’m not robbing the bank because I don’t want to go to prison or end up dead.”

            “Well you need to come up with a plan. Maybe you can rob some famous jewelry stores around the city or scratch as many lottery tickets as you can. You might get lucky and hit the jack pot!”  she continued.

            “I already scratched about one hundred lottery tickets already and I haven’t won a dime yet. Don’t worry baby I promise I won’t let him kill us!” Jordan promised, terrified.

            “Okay, times up Jordan now get the hell out of my office and figure out a way to make my money because you’re running out of time!” he demanded, enraged.

            “I’m about to kill Lori and I think you don’t want to see this because it’s going to be real nasty. Her blood and guts will be everywhere. Boys take Jordan to the dead room and show him all the people I killed!” he demanded.

            “Big Mack no please don’t kill me. I’ll do anything for you, I will be your slave, have sex with you, work with you or do anything!” Lori cried, loudly.

            “No, it’s time for you to die Lori! People have to understand that I don’t play about my money. You will be the 21st person in the dead room ha, ha, ha!” he laughed evil.

            Five BMB13 members escorted Jordan out of the office with guns pointed to the back of his head. They then walked him to the dead room down the hallway on the fifth floor. The members walked Jordan into the dead room and turned on the light switch. He saw twenty dead people lying everywhere and almost puked. The room smelt so bad that Jordan almost  passed out from the smell. The people was killed by Big Mack because they could not afford to pay off their loans. There were rats, mice, maggots, and cock roaches eating the dead bodies.

            “Your dead body will be in here next Jordan and your family dead bodies if you don’t pay Big Mack today do you have any questions?” the gang member asked.

            “No sir. Can you please get me out of here please? It smell pretty bad in here and I am about to puke,” Jordan asked, pitching his nose.

            “Yeah come out of there. Now that shows you that Mack doesn’t  play about his money and he murdered 20 people already. That woman body will be in here shortly. You are dismiss and I am about to watch Big Mack kill that bitch!”

            Jordan quickly ran out of the old mansion terrified and thought of a way to save his family from getting  killed. He quickly called the police because he had no choice. He knew robbing a bank would throw away his life and he also knew scratching lottery tickets won’t win him anything. Jordan knew he would not get 5,000,000 dollars in two hours that’s why he called the police because  he believed that the officers can save his family. Jordan has made the biggest mistake in his life after he called the police. Now the BMB13 will come after Jordan’s family and he will regret what he did. Jordan will face the consequences and possibly get murdered.

………………………………………………………………………………..

            Chad and I responded to a large drug deal in Katy Creek Ranch. A man called the police saying that he was kidnapped by a large group of gang members, taken to an old mansion where his family is being held for assassination, they were selling illegal drugs, and said that the dangerous suspect threaten to kill his family because he owe him money. The man who called police also said he found the most wanted criminal in Houston at his hideout, which the police had been looking for. I sped down the highway at full speed with my lights and siren on. I swerved in and out of traffic as I make my way to the crime scene. Within ten minutes later, I drove through the neighborhood and made a sharp right on the next street skidding. We arrived to the old mansion and quickly jumped out of the car with our guns. I opened my back trunk and we changed into our police protective gear. I grabbed our rifles and the victim who called the police started talking to us.

            “Oh I’m so glad you made it here on time officers. The men are inside that old mansion. They are selling dope, kidnapping people, killing people, and doing a lot of shit!” the victim barked.

            “Okay calm down sir. Don’t worry we will take care of this and you might want to leave because the suspects are armed and dangerous!” I responded.

            “Okay please take them out officers. Before they kill my family in there I’m begging y’all please!” he cried.

            “Alright get out of here sir move it!” I demanded holding my rifle.

            I ran to the front door and knocked, but no one opened it.

            “Open the damn door right now Police! This is your last warning open the fucking door!” I yelled, enraged.

            “Oh shit, oh shit. It’s the pigs somebody called the police on us. Okay who the hell snitched like a bitch!” suspect asked, as he yelled.

            “I bet it was that coward Jordan whatever you do please do not let those pigs come in here!” another suspect responded.

            “No fuck that I’m not afraid of the police. Fuck the feds everyone grab your weapons and kill those pigs NOW!” the suspect demanded.

            I heard a victim scream and I also heard a gunshot.

            “10 71 Shots fired! We’re at Westheimer Parkway in Katy Creek Ranch I need assistance the suspects are heavily armed in dangerous NOW!” I called in on my radio.

             I used a sledgehammer to get the door open and stormed in the house with my gun. Chad ran in the house with his gun and took cover behind a couch in the dining room There was no one on the first floor.

            “Are you ready Magic?” Chad asked.

            “Yes I am ready let’s do this!” I shouted.

            Chad saw a suspect aiming a sniper to the back of my head on the second floor. He quickly opened fire and shot the suspect to death. He collapsed to the ground and died instantly with ten bullet wounds in his chest. An alarm went off in the mansion and twenty  dangerous suspects ran downstairs firing their guns at us.

            “Kill those pigs, kill those pigs now, I’m not going to jail and protect the garden in the backyard stupid cops fuck y’all!” Suspect yelled on the intercom.

            I took cover behind a couch in the dining room. I shot and killed five suspects with my rifle while police backup arrived. Suspects fired at Chad as he took cover behind another couch in the dining room. He shot and killed six suspects with an enraged scream. There was black smoke in the air during the gun fight and suspects were screaming as they were shot. Twenty police officers arrived at the scene and joined the action along with the SWAT team. I continued to shoot and kill suspects in the dining room until it was clear. Only five minutes later, I ran out of the dining room and killed more suspects who shot at me. A crazy suspect tried to stab me with a knife, but I quickly shot him to death.

“Damn too many suspects keep coming out of nowhere. Chad take cover behind something man!” I yelled.

“I am taking cover Magic. Don’t worry about me now we need to kill these dangerous suspects!” Chad yelled back.

 The SWAT team shot and killed ten suspects on the second floor and made their way to the third floor. Two undercover police officers: Drae and Charlie arrived at the crime scene. There were an onslaught of dead bodies piling up in the old mansion as more suspects collapsed to the ground. There were hundreds of bullets wounds in the bodies and a bloody mess on the floor. Charlie ran in the backyard and three suspects shot him to death with hand machine guns. Officer Charlie died instantly and felled to the ground. I fought my way through the dangerous suspects as I made my way upstairs to the fifth floor. One suspect from out of nowhere shot Drae in the right leg three times and he hit the ground.

            “Ah, ah, fuck! Officer down I’m hit, I’m hit!” Drae screamed in pain.

            The FBI quickly shot and killed the suspect before he shot Drae again. Houston gang unit officers murdered the suspects in the backyard who were protecting the drug garden. Once I killed the suspects on the fifth floor, I found the most wanted criminal office named Mack Berlin. Two suspects who were securing his office fired and Chad killed both of them. I kicked in the door and saw Mack Berlin standing up. He quickly dropped his gun and put his hands in the air.

            “Don’t shoot me man. I surrender that son of a bitch will wish he never called the pigs I will kill his family when I get out of prison!” the suspect yelled, enraged.

            “Police! Don’t move a muscle! Get down on your knees, and put your hands behind your head NOW!” I demanded, aiming my gun at him.

            “You’re under arrest!” I continued.

            Mack Berlin quickly dropped to his knees and put his hands behind his head. I walked slowly to the suspect as I aimed my gun to the back of his head. Just when I was about to cuff him another suspect ran behind me with a knife. I hit him in the face five times with my elbow and shot him to death. Mack quickly jumped off the ground and grabbed his handgun. He leaned against the window and tried to shoot me.

            “Fuck you! I’m not letting y’all take me alive I’ll kill you myself!” he yelled, enraged.

            I opened fire and killed Mack Berlin quickly before he shot me. The glass broke and he felled out of the window. His body felled on a car and the alarm went off. Finally the Houston Police killed the most wanted criminal in Houston. Thank God we got a dangerous suspect off the streets. We managed to kill 200 of his gang members who tried to protect him from the police. I untied the victims in the office and freed them. I saw a dead woman in a chair and shortly the homicide team arrived at the mansion. I exited the building and the victim who called the police thanked me for killing the most wanted suspect.

“Thank you so much officers. My name is Jordan and I’d like to thank you for killing that dangerous man. The streets would be better without him now!” the victim said, excited.

“No problem Jordan nice to meet you. We were just doing our job and you know how dangerous police work can get sometimes,” I responded, writing a police report.

“Y’all saved my family and me. I really do appreciate it and I owe my life to you guys!” he continued.

“I’m officer Magic and this my partner Chad. Just give us a call if you’re in trouble again.”

“Okay I will do that officers and thank you for giving me your number. I really like y’all because you’re not like the other officers.”

“See you later sir. You have to leave because you’re in the middle of a crime scene. We suggest you and your family to move out of the city because the gang probably come for you,” Chad responded.

“Okay thanks for the advice officer. Me and my family will be moving out of the city for our safety.”

Finally Mack Berlin is dead and we know that the Houston Police Department will be proud of us for taking a dangerous suspect off of the street. Jordan was told to move out of the city with his family because there are still BMB13 members looking for him. Ten police officers were killed and seven officers were seriously injured. May Officer Charlie rest in peace he risked his life today while fighting crime. Officer Drae was shot in the leg three times and rushed to the hospital. Shortly, an onslaught of ambulance trucks and fire trucks arrived at the scene. The officers who died had put up a good fight and will always be remembered as heroes in the line of duty.

The End: Houston Undercover Cops

Episode 13: Gang Fight in Northern Gulfton

November 23, 2011