Under her lunar-milk, ginger-haired, expression,

A secret message is hidden,

Like the darkness,

Hides a fly-by-night scheme,

With yet to be discovered, past-lived, memories,

Could be found in her dreams,

She creates lies to protect,

A family that is not what they seem,

Lost are her friends and dearest love,

To smolder and flames,

A father, once near,

Now is gone.

All that remains is her mom and her three siblings’ beloved,

And now sixteen and will forever be blighted,

As the girl that no one claims to know.




     That Darn Cat, Afterlife, Speed Racer, and both of the Addams Family movies. Though vastly different, these movies have one thing or person in common. Yep, they all star Christina Ricci. She is my favorite actress because of her roles as Wednesday Addams in Addams Family Values and Patty in That Darn Cat. She plays such severe, yet sassy characters as well as light-hearted characters like Penelope the pig-nosed girl in Penelope and Katrina Van Tassel in The Sleepy Hollow. Now, do they shock anyone any less or make her any less of an actress? No, she should open up her repertoire. But, it is kind of hard to watch her play these sweetheart roles any less? Heck Yes!!! As I promised, I sat through Afterlife and now I am going to write you about it. Basically, the story is about an elementary school teacher named Anna Taylor who has for some reason has become very distant in life. Probably, it could be her ice-her-veins mother or maybe she is dead. I, mean all be it if you awake up in a morgue and yet you can breathe. You can also see by her ability to move and talk that she must be dead. Well, it couldn’t be her looks those have be there since birth, people. They are not going away. Sorry about that Christina Ricci. Anyways, it starts when Ana Taylor and her boyfriend, Paul Coleman played by Justin Long, are together in bed and some reason Ana jumps out of bed and runs right into the shower. They have a discussion about him not being enough for each other and Ana says that she is fine. Later that day, Anna and Paul go out to dinner at a real posh restaurant. And before Paul could make a proposal, Anna takes off in her car and gets in a car crash. Then, she wakes up in a morgue staring up at the local morgue director who tells her that she is dead while he injects her with some kind of muscle relaxer. Well, I guess I will try to remember that the next time I need a shot when I’m dead. He keeps repeating over and over again “just because a person is born, they are alive.” Well, that isn’t the exact quote. But, this is a kid’s site as well and I got family members reading this as well. But, as the movie goes on, Paul starts to consider that Anna isn’t dead. This is well after she figures it out for herself and killed by the morgue director. Anyways, he goes off and rescues her from to only be killed by the Morgue Director. Yeah, I guess that was a real shocker. The monster gets away with it ending. Okay, it was good movie, even Pan’s Labyrinth worthy even. It was just this one time; I could not get Christina Ricci actually playing a victim’s part. Well, wait until next for my blog and Friday look at my fan-fiction just click here!

The Not so greatest show on Earth

World of Quest: The Best Worst Show on the W.B.

Do you like completely disgusting shows that involves comedic slapstick in a bizarre magical world? Well, do I have the perfect show for you? The Show goes by the name of World of Quest. It follows the adventures of spoiled, redheaded, boy, prince with the name of Nestor Quest and Nestorand his jerk of a bodyguard, Quest. The show starts out with Graer, a talking griffin and friend of Quest, and Prince Nestor escaping from an attack from the Katastrophe brothers, minions of Lord Spite. After that, Nestor and Graer go in search of Quest. They need his help to find various swords of power to save Nestor’s parents from Lord Spite and General Ogun. (Yeah, you can see where this is going.) But when they ask for it, Quest plaintively says no and just kicks or tosses Nestor in a lake of piranha-like creatures when asked multiple times by Nestor. (And trust me, this kid never gives up.) This constant fight continues until the kid finally tricks Quest into reading the “Allegiance” spell. This is when you will hear a loud, heavy; sound made it seem like Quest’s house had just passed some gas. Anyways, the spell forces Quest follow Nestor’s every single whim whether he wants to or not. But, Quest can resist the power for a short while until Nestor is kidnapped by the Katastrophe brothers and has to be saved. Though, Quest says that he will save Nestor, yet he will do his way. Anyways, Nestor’s bossiness and Quest’s jerkiness ensues throughout the first season where when Nestor starts to act too obnoxious he will be some way be knocked around by Quest. This behavior can be often followed by Nestor becoming even bossier with Quest in protest. I will recall reading of sites like that said Quest was very harsh with Nestor. Other reviews were more positive about it and made it seem it was just some “tough love”. This can be true at times because you will see that by watching the show. Nestor and Quest do have their semi-sweet moments where they get along. One example of this off-beat friendliness can be seen at the end of “As the Super Worm turns”. After Nestor and Quest have escaped the den of the super worm, Quest actually says thanks and to reward Nestor. Quest tries to teach Nestor some sword-fighting moves. Another example could be found at the end of “Part 2 of The Fall Odyessia” where you can find Nestor cradled in Quest’s arm like a baby.

Personally, I love this show despite all the grossness and slapstick. I love the show because it’s a parody of all fantasy and Science Fiction. I see it as a show for us RPG players seriously. It’s also nice to see a show that is about sidekick empowerment and shows more believable heroes. But, what gets me is all the gross stuff that happens to Nestor. If you ever see the beginning part of show, you will see Quest dump a bucket of green slime on Nestor. And if you are really lucky, you just might get to see Prince Nestor vomit. Yeah, now you know why this show earns the title of “Worst Best show”. And if you do not believe me, watch it on or wait for the premiere on Nickelodeon in January.

Well, that’s all for this week. Please come back to read my blog when I review the Christina Ricci’s movie, Afterlife.

At first,you don’t succeed.

amazed rogueWell, it’s finally official. The season of fall has flown in and slapped our so-called, little, sleepy town right in the face. To be honest though, I love fall for the dewy, let’s go and get a cup of apple cider, sunshiny, days. I love riding to and from places and seeing the leaves. And of course like some people, I love that fall fever that comes with the anticipation of Halloween. So, it’s unfortunate that it must to come to a short end. It also has made me,like the other twelve months of this year, realize that I did not have the best year as I could have. So, I decided to make some early New Year’s resolutions The First thing I plan to have done before New Year’s Eve is have read the last Harry Potter Book. I like to read it before I see the movie. Second, I will try to avoid boredom by joining up with a group of some sort. I would be in complete rapture if it was poetry or even a movie club. Now, the third part is I want to write more letters and stay closer to my family. I also will try to blog more often. I really do enjoy it and it keeps active in the world. The fifth promise will be to make at least one podcasts and vid for my site for each month. Lastly and unfortunately, I must do what I can to get back to college. I wanted to start some math classes to help with my problems in math. In fact, I plan to start studying my Latin flashcards at 9pm.Well, Catch you next week!!!

Dark Poets of The World!!!

           During whole life, I have always loved dark poems and reciting them to my self. But, my favorite was Edgar Allan Poe’s The Raven. It was extremely It was a beautiful and kind of  Interesting of how Poe would have his character in his poem go from this sane and well minded person to a completely mad obessessed demon who only wanted to know who was “tapping at his chamber door”.  Anyways here it is and I hope you like it as much as I did. Happy Halloween and sorry about this blog being late.

Edgar Allan Poe

The Raven

[First published in 1845]

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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door –
Only this, and nothing more.’
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; – vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore –
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore –
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door –
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; –
This it is, and nothing more,’
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,’ said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you’ – here I opened wide the door; –
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!’
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!’
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,’ said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore –
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; –
‘Tis the wind and nothing more!’
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door –
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door –
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,’ I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore –
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning – little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door –
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.’
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered – not a feather then he fluttered –
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before –
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.’
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.’
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,’ said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore –
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."’
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore –
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.’
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,’ I cried, `thy God hath lent thee – by these angels he has sent thee
Respite – respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’
`Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil! –
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted –
On this home by horror haunted – tell me truly, I implore –
Is there – is there balm in Gilead? – tell me – tell me, I implore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’
`Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us – by that God we both adore –
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore –
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’
`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!’ I shrieked upstarting –
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! – quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted – nevermore!

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Halloween Movies: From terrifying to mundane in ten years flat.

      Hey and Sorry about this blog being so late. Anyways, I look back at all the horror movies that have been made and I have noticed a bit of a trend. They have started to get less and less scarier.  To prove my point, I remember having a discussion with someone about this very subject and she agreed as well. Why has this happened? I figured it is my age or people have become more “sheltered” and desensitized. Sometimes, I think back to the day I saw Jurassic Park and afterwards saying that PG-13  movies were going to get worse. (In some ways,they have and other times not so much). Now, there are actual psychological horrors like I am Legend, Eagle Eye,and Invasion. They were scary for the following reasons:

  1. They did hit issues that are common to  society like finding a cure for cancer and start realizing that we depend on technology too much
  2. They avoided the regular clichés found in most horror movies like haunted houses and having the elimination of people in a group(even though I did kind of liked that part).
  3. It had stronger characters that defeated the monsters like Eagle Eye and Invasion. They did their best to survive and got away from the creature or thing that tried to get them.

But, like most movie genres, there are always some movies that are horrible at being scary.

  1. The Nightmare before Christmas: Scary to most people, this movie gets a 2 on the scariness rating for just being creepy to some point because it is a satire and some surprising images.
  2. R.L. Stine’s The Haunting: Scary for one scene with a leech. For that it gets a 3 on the scariness rating.
  3. Van Helsing: It had a few shocking images. It gets 4 on the scariness rating.
  4. Brothers Grimm: I liked it for how it drew in all the stories written by the Grimm Brothers, But it still earns a 6.
  5. Sweeney Todd, the demon barber of Fleet street: This particular movie was more bloody than scary. But, the acting,singing,and suspense was great. So, I have to give it an 8.
  6. Nightmare on Elm street(the first): This movie just goes without saying and gets a 10.

Well, Until next week where I will be sharing some dark poetry. Good Night!!! Vampire bat

Dear Readers

Hello, this is the writer of Cyndra’s space. I wanted tell how I am very sorry about the management and quality of my current blog. I realize now that I have messed up and will do my best to correct the problems I have made. But, I also plan to write a new blog by the end of every week of this month. Here are some of the topics I will try to cover in my blog:

1. Horror Movies

2. Dark Poems

3. Freakish television shows like “The Twilight Zone” and “Ripley’s believe it or not”

4. Fall activities

5. Halloween comedies and how they got there

6. Halloween party music

Well, I can’t wait to get started. I will start hopefully on Tuesday the fifth of October.

Well, Have a great week and weekend.


Cyndra Giggians

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