Mary -- Blogmeister

Standing on the front doorstep of my uncle’s apartment, I surveyed all that there was to be seen. Nothing other than unappealing reminders of the shabbiness of the place I needed to live. On the outside, brick walls concealed the apartments themselves, and then stench of cigarettes and chewed gum was wedged deep in to the rock, holding a permanent residence. On the inside, tacky decorations used to haunt me before my uncle replaced them.
I remember when I had first seen the place, nearly a year ago, and had dropped my suitcase on my uncle’s foot out of horror.
“Welcome,” he had said sarcastically, after swearing and hopping on his uninjured foot.
“This building is one of many, part of a pleasant little chain of apartments, named ‘Dream Escapes.’ I looked around at the yellowed curtains, where I detected something moving.
“Correction,” he added. “I should have said, welcome to what should be called, ‘Your personal nightmare on Earth.’ The good news, though, is that I’ve gotten rid of the rats a couple of weeks ago. My gift to you.”
I hated him, and his house.
Now, I sat at the dinner table, playing with my bracelet as we ate supper. It was the only lowly form of entertainment I had, because our discussions were never even remotely captivating.
“Minhyo. Minhyo.” I looked up. It was all the acknowledgment I gave him.
“Did you find anything today?” I read the more hidden question in his eyes. “Did you learn anything today?”
“No, apart from the odd poster.” I answered. My uncle grumbled like a bear.
“When do you plan to leave for the outer provinces?”
“A week, at the most. Maybe before. Either way, I’m still always running, even when I’m settled somewhere. Sleeping in my bed. Eating healthily. Talking to my friends, about anything but this. I’m never safe.”
He slammed his fork down on the table, and his nostrils flared in fury. He looked like he was a dragon about to breathe fire.
“You are just as safe as any other citizen of this really, very safe city. The only exception is for your group of friends who got themselves in trouble. They are wanted by the police, and I’m not saying that you should back out of it. Only that you can.”
He was so unpredictable. In the course of a few seconds, he had gone from encouraging me to this. He had no readable personality- not really. He didn’t even have a name.
“Uncle,” I continued, calling him by his only name that he had taught me.

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Seoul, 2013
Their eyes had a transparent look about them as I focused on all the detail that the lifeless photo could give me, behind the glare making the edged fuzzy and dulled. There were also flaws that made the difference from seeing the scene from behind a camera lens and from reality. Some of them had reddened eyes, and some minorities weren’t traceable. Like the few pieces of hair that were out of place. And the veins in their hands and arms. And the dirt left on the floor from their muddy footprints. All were there, but it still seemed like they had disappeared off of the face of the earth.
Above each of their heads were headings, all reading the same two words that I had read the most in the past month.
‘Missing Person’ was written fifteen times, in menacing dark letters.
I had been out in the rain for hours, looking for posters like these with only a bare minimum of isolation from a thin jacket. I looked around, like I had done every time before, and when I saw that no one was anywhere obviously close, I ripped them down one by one. They were already permanently scarred by torn and soaked corners, and I enforced more damage. I ripped them apart, and it was easy to render them to shreds as they were all mushy already. Pieces fell at my feet, the ink from the writing beginning to blur. I caught sight of one.
“Description: Around 5”8, dark haired, twenty years old. Last seen wearing a black T-shirt, dark blue hoodie…” It was a piece from Donghae’s poster. Either the cold or stickiness in the air must have affected me to make me irritable, because I swore at it and pressed the toe of my boot onto it.
“You don’t know him,” I said aloud, talking to the police phone number on the corner.
“You don’t. I do.”
Realizing that I had only Donghae’s picture left in my hand, I ripped off the rest of the bottom information and pocketed the picture. Then I took my leave, and left the others behind. The one of Sungmin, acting cute. Heechul and Eunhyuk, laughing hysterically at a joke. Yesung, looking shy. Along with ten others, they all littered the streets.
It was under instruction that I would destroy every poster I found, but these weren’t the ones that were the most dangerous to them. The more recent ones coming off the presses nowadays would say ‘Wanted Person.’ They were being hunted, and I was lucky that I had a little while before ‘they’ found out that I was a follower.
‘They.’ I suppose that ‘they’ have real names, a good employment, and wives and children to go home to. But I couldn’t afford to be so forgiving, so to me they were just police.
Here, in Seoul, South Korea, it wasn’t hard to hide. Easier than staying hidden.
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(This is an excert of a story I've written)

I take a seat on the swing
The skies turn as I look up to space
The scattering dandelion petals
Dance on the air

They frolic and flounce on the wind
Resting in my lap
My hair is in two ponytails,
And like wings they fly with them.

I listen to a song named ‘Love Power’
And I blow bubbles through a pink, plastic hoop
As I swing into the air
The bubbles fly upwards, becoming clouds in the sky

The City of Bones is a great book, one with adventures at every turn, with masterful characters created by author Cassandra Clare. With thrilling obstacles everywhere, this is a book that I would very stubbornly refuse to put down.
Clary Fray has just uncovered a shock that will stay with her for the rest of her life. When she goes to a club with her friend, Simon, she expects some things- rowdy teenagers aren’t a big shock to anyone. What she certainty does not expect is to witness a murder, committed by the hands of three teenagers covered in strange markings. Clary’s life starts taking back flips and somersaults as she is plunged into a world of demons, warlocks, vampires, werewolves, and three mysterious teenagers, otherwise known as Shadowhunters, warriors who have one purpose; to rid the mortal world of demons.
I really feel like I connected to the book when I learned about Clary’s passion for drawing. I share the same hobby, and I laughed when I read about Clary trying to draw a person; however, his arm turned out to look more like an eggplant. My drawings don’t always go as planned, and I know how hard it can be to capture a picture completely. Also, when Alec, a Shadowhunter, told Clary that her brother Jace couldn’t draw a straight line, I connected again. I thought of my own brother, whose artistic ability is basically limited to stick people and lollipop trees.
I would definitely recommend this book, mostly for fans of adventure and supernatural books, but also for anyone, because, to get strait to the point, it is just plain fun to read. There are parts that will make you laugh, and others that will make you jump out of your seat in fright.
My rating of this book would be 5 out of 5 stars, for a thrilling, quick-paced adventure. Obviously, I would read the next books in the series, for I have, as a matter of fact, already bought them!

Craig, the individual man

He calls himself a professional

Quality manners

Listens to smooth jazz, Rick Astley,

And Pokemon Dubstep

He's such a proffesional!

And he watches The Golden Girls

He travels the world

He’s a quality man.

If only he was real, outside of Facebook

Even still, he managed to get a few hundred Facebook friends.

Don’t add people who you don’t know on Facebook.