Engrossing!

This week, Rayhaan didn't send in his Flipside, but I anticipated that, and that's why I'm treating you to one of my stories. It's dipped, fried and baked in irony and the unexpected, so it might not be what you expect (duh). Below are two versions of it, one in present tense, one in past. I couldn't decide what was better so I chucked em both here. Enjoy! Remember to share and +1!

Past Tense

Engrossing

Where were brakes when you need them? He could hear the screams of his friends on his boat. Thud. Thud. The choppy water was making the boat jump. As he looks up from the controls he sees it coming. His eyes close. The screams and sight melt away into blackness.

He opened his eyes. The quietness of the hospital enveloped him. Next to him was a doctor typing into a machine. He had tubes connected to him. No pain. The doctor looked at him, acknowledging his consciousness with a smile. His sight and hearing melted away into grey oblivion again.

The curves of the racetrack wove away in front of him, but he would never corner them. The wheel exploding behind him was only a soft thud to him. His senses had already stopped working. The car lifted over the ground. Was it slow motion? He sees the world revolve around him, turning upside down and back again. The car was flipping over, flying into space. He saw the other car coming. The saw the black piece of rubber accelerate away from the exploding wheel. He saw it going forward in time as it was about to hit the other drivers helmet. He closed his eyes. Orange. Heat. Black.

“You come up here and finish your homework right now!”

I groaned and paused the film. The voice of my mother ripped me out of away from the engrossing film and back to reality.

Present Tense

Engrossing

Where are the brakes when you need them? He can hear the screams of his friends on his boat. Thud. Thud. The choppy water makes the boat jump. As he looks up from the controls he sees it coming. His eyes close. The screams and sight melt away into blackness.

He opens his eyes. The quietness of the hospital envelopes him. Next to him, a doctor types into a machine. He has tubes connected to him. No pain. The doctor looks at him, acknowledging his consciousness with a smile. His sight and hearing melts away into grey oblivion again.

The curves of the racetrack wind away in front of him, but he would never corner them. The wheel exploding behind him was only a soft thud to him. His senses had already stopped working. The car lifts. Was it slow motion? He sees the world revolve around him, turning upside down and back again. The car was flipping over, flying into space. He sees the other car coming. He sees the black piece of rubber accelerate away from the exploding wheel. He sees it going forward in time as it is about to hit the other driver’s helmet. He closes his eyes. Orange. Heat. Black.

“You come up here and finish your homework right now!”

I groaned and paused the film. The voice of my mother ripped me out of away from the engrossing film and back to reality.

I have another one for another time. Or I made start mass producing them and churn out one every week, now that I can write it on my phone!

Poetry Concentrated Ed:5

The Happiest Day- The Happiest Hour

The happiest day- the happiest hour

My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.

Of power! said I? yes! such I ween;
But they have vanish'd long, alas!
The visions of my youth have been-
But let them pass.

And, pride, what have I now with thee?
Another brow may even inherit
The venom thou hast pour'd on me
Be still, my spirit!

The happiest day- the happiest hour
Mine eyes shall see- have ever seen,
The brightest glance of pride and power,
I feel- have been:

But were that hope of pride and power
Now offer'd with the pain
Even then I felt- that brightest hour
I would not live again:

For on its wing was dark alloy,
And, as it flutter'd- fell
An essence- powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well

---Edgar Allen Poe----                                                                                           

Make sure to read it twice. I know it’s a bit long, but try to understand the poem before you move on.

Welcome to the fifth edition of Poetry Concentrated, and I hope you enjoyed that poem by Poe. It’s a difference isn’t it? I’ve been posting too many Hardys’ so I thought I’d give you something else. This poem is one of Poe’s most famous, and although I’m not personally a big fan of Poe, the story behind this poem is pure emotion. It’s full of wonder, fear and that feeling of “what will happen to me?”.  I’m looking for a word, but I can’t seem to remember it. That’s why I just put the feeling direct in quotations. It’s a feeling we all get at some stage of our lives, that wonder of looking up and thinking ‘what’s next?’

I think that’s what makes this poem special; it’s relatable. To Poe, as you’ll see later, it represented the turning point in his life, from where on he went to become the person he did, the renounced poet and author. Later is now, and here’s the summary of the poem by an amazing website, Weebly.

The poem was written in 1827, the same year Poe dropped out of school and had his first poems printed. This poem is about Poe following his passion and realizing that it will not be easy. Poe’s foster father John Allan did not know what made him become a writer because the profession was not looked highly upon. When Poe dropped out of school to peruse his dream of writing it meant that John Allan would no longer support him financially. This poem reflects Poe’s realization that the road he has chosen will not be an easy or comfortable one. Poe is saying that the emotional fall one takes after their happiest moment outweighs the overall happiness. The happiest moment Poe felt was the moment when his pride and power were at their highest. Poe is warning us that as Pride and Power fly higher and higher the imminent fall grows larger. And like anything else that falls from a great height, a crater is left, making the fall longer than the flight and harder to recover from. (Click here to go the full summary: http://edgarallanpoethehappiestdaytheha.weebly.com/poem-analysis.html)

Even I can’t imagine the love of poetry Poe had. To drop out school, to give up financial aid, to pursue a career in writing Poetry? Even today, being a poet isn’t enough to live upon, you must have something backing it up, so imagine what suffering he must have gone through to support it. Here’s an extract from the Wikipedia article:

Born in Boston, Poe was the second child of two actors. His father abandoned the family in 1810, and his mother died the following year. Thus orphaned, the child was taken in by John and Frances Allan, of Richmond, Virginia. Although they never formally adopted him, Poe was with them well into young adulthood. Tension developed later as John Allan and Edgar repeatedly clashed over debts, including those incurred by gambling, and the cost of secondary education for the young man. Poe attended the University of Virginia for one semester but left due to lack of money. Poe quarrelled with Allan over the funds for his education and enlisted in the Army in 1827 under an assumed name. It was at this time his publishing career began, albeit humbly, with an anonymous collection of poems, Tamerlane and Other Poems (1827), credited only to "a Bostonian". With the death of Frances Allan in 1829, Poe and Allan reached a temporary rapprochement. Later failing as an officer's cadet at West Point and declaring a firm wish to be a poet and writer, Poe parted ways with John Allan.

You can click here to go the full Wiki article: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edgar_Allan_Poe

If you have a passion, pursue it, and even if you don’t reach success financially, you’ll love what you do, and that can’t be said for many other people who have succeeded financially. And in today’s society, to do what you love is easy, with so many types of media open to people with a passion, be it filming, photography, music, art or writing.

Today’s Poetry Concentrated was a bit out of the ordinary wasn’t it? It was bigger than usual, more information packed, and had a different poet too.  Don’t worry, hopefully the following editions won’t be this big, but they’ll be slimed down. I’m going to work on slimming down my articles, keeping it simple and focused on Poetry.

Quick question: Would you like me to keep these more personal, like in this and previous articles, with the occasional question and smile, or make it professional, like a newspaper? I’d prefer it personal, because that’s the way I write, but if you prefer it otherwise I’m ready for that too.

So, that’s the end of this edition of Poetry Concentrated! I hope you like what we do! Time for the formalities:

If you enjoyed this, make sure to check out the previous 3 editions of Poems Concentrated:

Edition 1: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/poems-concentrated.html

Edition 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/poems-concentrated-ed-2.html

Edition 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed3.html

Edition 4: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed4.html

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Remember, if you are an aspiring poet or even an established one, please do send in your poems with a short summary to spitfirerob@gmail.com, because we’d love to feature them!

Thanks for reading!

Flipside 3

There are many rare and amazing creatures that can be found in the jungles of Africa, but there is no creature more intriguing than man. In Mozambique there was once a reserve, where tourists would spend great amounts of time and money. They would stay at the hotel just outside the reserve which was eerily close to its jungle greenery. However, in the greenery, there lurked something that was not interested in sharing the jungle with foreigners. It was the Wild Man of Mozambique

For years, he taunted and terrified those who stayed at the hotel; he would jeer at them from the windows, and moan through the ventilation ducts, and eventually he caught the attention of the hotel’s management staff.

 “We must do something before we lose all our guests”, muttered Lee Edwards, who was owner of the hotel. 

“No,” said Adisa, “He has the wrath of the gods at his disposal, and we must not anger him”. Adisa was a traditional African man. He grew up in Mozambique, and he had heard every story of the Wild Man that had ever been told and he often muttered their messages, his bright eyes wide with fear, “Some say his skin is crafted from godly leather” or “The jungle belongs to him!”.

Edwards and the rest of the staff smirked as they walked out of the staff room, with dark plans breeding in their minds. Edwards contacted Adderson Hendricks, an experienced hunter in the hopes of hunting down the Wild Man and bringing him into custody.

“It is not possible,” said the hunter. “The Man is untouchable. He moves like the great Constrictors of the jungle. He strikes like the dreaded Ape. If you catch him, the jungle will not be in balance, and great horror shall befall you”.

Disappointed, Edwards contacted the authorities to capture the Wild Man. Days passed and after the deaths of three men, the man was captured. He could not speak a word of English, and had the gaze of a deadly falcon. There was no color in his eyes, and on his face were tattoos of a dialect that, according to Adisa, had long been forgotten. The Wild Man was kept in a pit, and he was monitored by Jed, a security guard at the reserve. The Man tried every day to escape from his prison, and every time he fell from the slopes of the pit, he looked at the sun shining through the top of the pit and cried out strange names, only to realize that nobody was coming for help, at which he would begin to sob bitterly. Meanwhile, business at the hotel flourished with the Wild Man gone, and Edwards was richer than ever. Edward’s happiness was soon interrupted when Adisa burst into his office, and claimed that their prisoner had escaped. The two men ran into the back of the hotel, where they saw the Wild Man staring at them from the top of the pit. Luckily, they had a thick sheet of glass protecting them from the man, but sadly, Jed didn’t.

As his body was kicked aside, the Wild Man came charging at the door in the glass. Terrified, Adisa broke open the door and tried to fight the Wild Man. It was in vain, as the Wild Man was too powerful and he overpowered Adisa. Soon, out of a flurry of limbs, fell the limp body of Adisa. Horrified, Edwards picked up a crow bar and began to beat the killer. He cried out in pain, but Edwards didn’t stop. He couldn't lose any more guests, and he couldn’t lose more money. Suddenly, as the Wild Man lay motionless on the floor, Edwards looked up in horror at the surveillance camera that just caught him beating up the man with a crowbar. He just hoped nobody saw it. Sadly, everybody in the hotel lounge just witnessed it, and he saw them, family by family, running out his hotel. Edwards tried to leave the room he had killed the Wild Man in but he couldn’t. The door was jammed.

Then he heard footsteps. As he turned around, he saw the pale wispy figures of Jed, Adisa and the Wild Man; as they had died, bloody, dirty and dead, staring straight at him. Ghosts. In, a flash, the realization came to Edwards. Three men were dead because of him; If not for his hunt for the Wild Man, they would be alive now. And now, they were going to do to him what he did to them. Terrified of what he was seeing, Edwards picked the crowbar and began to violent break the door. He had to escape. They were coming after him. And then with one heavy blow, the momentum of the crowbar built up and caused it to swing back in reverse. As it smashed the life out of the hotel owner, his last thought was of how the jungle had finally got its revenge. In an attempt to make his hotel a success, he failed. Failed in way he never ought to have. He had killed 3 men. 2 men who were almost his friends. The other, a man who could have been educated. He had disturbed the balance of the jungle.

The death of the Wild Man of Mozambique was not in vain though, for his captors had been destroyed.

By Rayhaan Mubarak

Hey there! I hope you enjoyed that! Do you like this format? Throw the story up first, no beating about the bush. Then all this stuff by me. More professional too, I think. Well, that was another amazing, amazing story by Rayhaan. I was enchanted by it.  It has this essence of Roald Dahl, that sense of extreme humour, far from possible in our ordinary lives, but never-the-less possible in this mad world we live in. I'm a huge fan of Roald Dahl. His stories are like Van-Gogh's paintings. So... expressive and emotion filled but with that sense of... insanity... in every stroke.  I took to it.  I hope you did too. Oh, by the way, you've probably noticed by now how late I've kept this story. I do apologise. Not Rayhaan's fault. He was just a day late. And that was because of the stupid internet. Anyway, I've decided to re-arrange the times of publishing regarding Flipside and Poetry Concentrated. Given below:

Flipside: Every Saturday

Poetry Concentrated: Every Wednesday.

Also, I've renamed Poems Concentrated to Poetry Concentrated if you've noticed, because it's easier. 

So here's a week of Interest Concentrated, the part that'll be sure to come out every week, and I'm sure the other different stuff will come at different days of the week:

Monday: Nothing Confirmed 

Tuesday: Nothing Confirmed

Wednesday: Poetry Concentrated

Thursday: The Team 35

Friday: Game Reviews by Dinera

Saturday: Flipside

Sunday: Nothing Confirmed

So, finally, I have you all to thank . Thank you for reading our posts, and do make sure to +1, share and leave a comment below! Also, there's a button right below this article which says 'Follow'. If you like our articles, do click it, because then you can get informed every-time we publish a new post, so you can come back every-time! And as always, if you have any story or poem or review you've written just lying there o send it in to spitfirerob@gmail.com! 

Maybe you would like to write for us? I'm looking for someone to take on the Technology Section. There you can write anything ranging from phone reviews to  latest tech news to your opinions on the tech world news. For example, what do you think about the new Note 5 and S6 Edge? What kind of effect do you think it will have on the market? Would you buy it? Why or why not? Or maybe what you think of all the technology in today's TVs? All of that and more you can cover on our blog!! If you think you know something about tech, please email me at the address given above!

If you think there's something we aren't covering on our blog and you can cover it for us, you too are extremely welcome to do so, like my friend Dinera, whose helping us fill in the Gaming Section of blog. Just email me! And it's not necessarily a big job! Just one article a week or one  every two weeks do fine for all the job openings I've listed above! You can also submit one and be over, if you think you aren't up to it, it's your choice.

Consider them, you might end up liking them!

As always, Thanks for reading!

Did you enjoy this? Then check out Flipside 1 and 2, if you haven't already!
Flipside 1:http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/the-closed-door.html
Flipside 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/flipside-2.html

Review: DeadRising 2

Hey guys, this is Dinera here, on my review of "DeadRising 2".

DeadRising 2 is an awesome game if you're a gamer with low gaming power in your PC or Laptop. The graphics are unexpectedly good, even if it uses a low amount of Graphics Processors and RAM. Even if you go back to the desktop, there won't be any lag or any sort of background processes crashing. You don't need any high end requirements to play this game. Playing this game on my Laptop which is a moderate Laptop of a RAM of 4 GB and nVidia 750 M with a processor of an i5, I had no problems running this game on Ultra Graphics, so running this game on a daily PC of an i3 of even Dual Core, there won't be much of an issue playing it

The Gameplay is not bad, the location is in a mall in the USA. The time is about 10 years after the game of DeadRising 1. Zombies have been captured and they are being used as a source of entertainment in a newly built city. Riders ride bikes with chainsaws fitted to the handles and they ride them into hordes of zombies while spectators watch and cheer. One rider is there with his daughter after the Match and then the Zombies escape from the hold. The rider makes it to the Safe Vault in the police station, and then the rider along with his daughter try to escape with the army and to remove any obstacles trying to prevent them escaping.

In the game, you get a lot of weapons you find everywhere, guns aren't the primary weapon in this game.... That's what makes the game special, even if you find a gun (A Glock hand pistol) you get about 20 bullets per gun. There might be circumstances where you get a sub-machine gun, but its rare and happens deep into the game. The weapons are everyday items like vacuum cleaners or even....  Wait for it... Teddy Bears which you need. The items can be crafted together with another item. Therefore making it a combo weapon. This is how you kill zombies and just a small spoiler, even some humans have to be killed because they have snapped because of the Apocalypse. More and more items can be found throughout the game and there are special maintenance rooms where you craft combo items. There are food items which you can use to rejuvenate your health. A small item like an apple increases your health by two bars, but a vodka drink increases your health fully. You need to find an injection called Zombrex to give it to your daughter because she was bitten earlier. There are many missions to complete to get through a day.

The downside of this game is that it's story is just like the other "Dead" games made by the same Game Developer's. (Dead Island, etc). That's all the downsides of this game.

This game is available on Torrents for 4 GB or is available at your nearest game store for cracked games... Who buys the original games unless you in the US or UK?

Well guys, this has been this week's review of DeadRising 2, and keep reading for next week's game, Batman: Arkham Asylum.

Poems Concentrated Ed:4

This is the 4th Edition of Poem’s Concentrated. And this time, it’s another Hardy. I think it’s a really special Hardy too. There’s something unique about the way he keeps the poem so ‘Neutral’!  This has a place as one of my favourite poems of all times because of that, and I think it deserves a place on your favourites too. Read it, and you’ll see what I mean.

Neutral Tones

We stood by a pond that winter day,

And the sun was white, as though chidden of God,

And a few leaves lay on the starving sod;

         – They had fallen from an ash, and were gray.

Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove

Over tedious riddles of years ago;

And some words played between us to and fro

         On which lost the more by our love.

The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing

Alive enough to have strength to die;

And a grin of bitterness swept thereby

         Like an ominous bird a-wing….

Since then, keen lessons that love deceives,

And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me

Your face, and the God curst sun, and a tree,

         And a pond edged with grayish leaves.

Make sure to read it another time, just so you absorbed as much as you can, before you read below.

So, what did you think? Hardy is such a master of words. The poem is so flat, so grey, the subject sad, grey, the tone full of remorse, also grey. Wait. Everything about the poem is grey. Even the words! Okay, I did that. But in every stanza, in every word even, he preserves the grey, moody, sad, remorseful feeling, and he truly makes use of the purpose of poems, which is to convey emotion and feelings. He conveys to us the feeling he had when he realised that his relation is coming to an end.  That’s why I love it. Today, this edition is going to end with the summary I got from a great website called ukessays.com. Enjoy!

The speaker addresses an estranged lover and reminisces about a foreseen moment in their past, from where he already anticipates the demise of their relationship. The first three stanzas (lines 1-12) describe the past incident when the speaker faces the bleak moments of a break up process. The speaker is mentally perturbed by the disillusions of love, believing that things were once beautiful. He is frustrated when love perishes and felt deceived by the sweet promises love had to offer.

(Read more: http://www.ukessays.com/essays/english-literature/summary-of-neutral-tones-by-thomas-hardy-english-literature-essay.php#ixzz3i7bJrTWW)

If you enjoyed this, make sure to check out the previous 3 editions of Poems Concentrated:

Edition 1

Edition 2

Edition 3

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Remember, if you are an aspiring poet or even a established one, please do send in your poems and short summary to spitfirerob@gmail.com, because we’d love to feature them!

Thanks for reading!

Poems Concentrated Ed:3

This is it! It’s finally here! Been waiting for it? This Poems Concentrated Edition 3, and it contains Rayhaan’s second poem! I hope you enjoyed last week’s edition, which was a quite nice Hardy, and it’ll be the same next week too. So, like before I haven’t read Rayhaan’s story until I paste it here, so my reaction is just as fresh as yours! Without further ado, let’s move onto the poem below! If you don’t know what Nelli is, don’t worry it’s given below. You’ll learn enough about it in the poem too.

Under The Nelli Tree

As an infant I was scrawny,

I would not bother to eat.

Regardless, you’d pick for me,

The Nelli from our tree,

In its shade from the heat.

I grew in size and age.

I was your favourite from the others.

You loved to keep me by your side,

To eat Nelli with all the while,

Under our Nelli Tree.

Time passed with pointless words.

You no longer wanted my company.

The fruits grew ripe and fell,

And I’d eat them by myself,

You hated to see me, the peasant in your kingdom.

So down came the Nelli tree.

--Rayhaan Mubarak--

Like always, make sure to read the poem at-least once over before you read below, to grasp as much as you can.

Right. Now hopefully you’ve understood as much as you can, so now you can read the summary. I think the poem was really filled with regret, sadness, and maybe even had a tinge of anger too. The summary is going to interesting, don’t you think? Well, here it is, along with the definition of Nelli for those of you who didn’t know:

Under The Nelli Tree is a heartfelt reminiscence by the poet, who has been abandoned by a motherly figure who nurtured him since birth. When the poet begins to eat the Nelli fruit by himself, she cuts it down.

The poem is a sigh of regret as the poet recounts his childhood days when this lady would pick Nelli from a tree in their garden. Nelli is a fruit, commonly known as the Indian Gooseberry, and is found in parts of South Asia.

Wait. Rayhaan warned me about this. Don’t jump to conclusions! It’s not about his mother, he told me. So don’t bring it up, or it might get slightly awkward. Let’s forget about that for now.

The poem was heartfelt, and I think that hit me the moment I started reading this. It recounts such a sad story that happens so often. People change so dramatically sometimes, and it happens too quickly for you adjust. It’s something so many writers have written on. Right now I can’t pinpoint it, but I’m sure I’ve read it in a lot of books. It’ shocking that sometimes, it can be someone that you know so well, someone you trust, and here in this poem, it’s a mother, or a motherly figure. And actually, we have to talk about the emotions hidden in this poem, which I’ve just mentioned above. You can sense love, admiration, sadness, and near the end, hate. Then, when you just about finish reading it, you realise suddenly that there was a sense of anger throughout the poem too. That was just my brief analysis. I think there needs to be someone who we could have here to do proper analysis of these poems. If you are out there, do contact me!

And that brings me to the end of this edition of Poem’s Concentrated. I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope you like where this series is going. The next edition will come out on Thursday, and it’ll be another strong poem by Hardy.

Remember, if you have any poems or stories just lying there in the hard drive of your computer or in an old book, please send it in! I created this blog as an outlet for you to show your creations to a ready audience. Take the opportunity while it lasts! Please do think about and do it!

And if you don’t have anything written? Well, try your hand at it! If you been enjoying our posts, you might be a good author or poet too! Try writing something, and send it in to spitfirerob@gmail.com!

Also, I’ll now be accepting videos, so if you want to try and see if you’ve got any video creation, gaming or filming abilities, you can now do it here!

Please do +1, share and comment on this post!

Thanks for reading!

The Team 35

The Team 35 is an amazing story a friend and I wrote for fun, which soon escalated to popularity within our classes. I personally think it was one of the best stories I've ever written, and while this may not count for much, you can soon read it for yourself! The idea is pretty original, and something I'VE never seen before. Yeah sure its a good guy superhero vs bad guy superhero, but the powers they have a very different from the ones present superheroes have.
To go to our official post just click these words: The Team 35 is awesome!
[I guess I was taking a cruel advantage there. :-)]

Poems Concentrated

Poems Concentrated brings you a weekly select poem along with it's summary. It's one of our most viewed features! We hope that every week we can bring you a part of the lovely world of poetry, and educate you on it too! It's published on Monday and Thursday every week, so look below to see the latest Edition:

(Just click the Edition number you want to check out and you'll go there. i.e: Click the word 'Poems Concentrated Edition 2' to go to the post with same name. The link is given in case it doesn't work)

Poems Concentrated Edition 3: (>>http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed3.html<<)

Poems Concentrated Edition 2:(>>http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/poems-concentrated-ed-2.html<<)

Poems Concentrated Edition 1: (>>http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/poems-concentrated.html<<)

What's next? Blog Update July

What’s next?

August is nearly here, and that means a lot to Interest Concentrated. As you probably know if you’ve been reading all the articles, I’ve stalled updating all the stories and haven’t put up any articles of interest until August begins, and all of us are truly in the holiday season.

So, now I want to talk about what you should look forward for in the coming month. There’s a lot of new stuff coming your way, as well as some restored stuff and continuations. Here’s a guide of what you should be excited about:

 8:49: I’ve temporarily stopped updating this story, and it’ll open again with the latest installment on the first Tuesday of August, which is the 4^th! "The Mystery Continues"

‘The Flipside’ series: A much loved series by fellow author Rayhaan. He’ll be continuing the series with The Flipside 3 (it might have a different name. It’s not for me to say), and as with all of the Flipside stories, they’re full of irony and suspense! And although I can’t exactly pinpoint a date of publishing, they’ll be coming!

The Team 35: This is probably the biggest launch. You really need to read it when makes its appearance! I’ve been putting quite a few hours into this. It'll be relaesed on the 6th of August!

Tech Section: I’ve been working on completing an article on which I have my say on Apple and I’m also planning on writing some stuff on tech in the future, being one of my favourite subjects to talk about anyway.

Poems: This is something I’ve been thinking about publishing for a while now, and I thought that I might make it a weekly feature, with an article releasing each week with either a poem that was submitted by one of you (or me) or some random poem by a random poet.

Finally, Your articles! I can’t leave this out! Who knows what articles might arise from submission? Sure, no-one other than Rayhaan has approached me on writing articles, but that’s why I wrote it here. Do send me in some articles! Surely you have some pieces of writing saved on your computer that no-one has seen before? You must something you’ve written at school for some project? My first blog on this ‘Crash’ was written at school, and it turned out so nice that I decided that should open a blog for all these miscellaneous writing that everyone does and that eventually goes to waste. You know you have it! Take the time to transcribe onto the computer if you didn’t write it on the computer, and send it in to me! Who knows, people might think it’s amazing. And even if they don’t, well, that’ll give you basis to build your writing on in the future!

So, that’s it for today. I discovered a new found love for writing like this, and it’s quite fun too. Though I wish typing didn’t have quite that friction to it that writing on paper has. Meh.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the holidays and I hope this blog makes them even better! Always remember to check on this blog once a week!!

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Flipside #2

And here it! Yes, you (probably) guessed it! This is Rayhaan's new series of stories! The Flipside. And he's been pretty quick to submit these too. Remember to say Thank You to him. And I'm pleased to announce, they are going to be pretty good. They're full of irony and suspense and give quick read entertainment to you, and can be understood by anyone with a brain. (Sorry if you're offended! ;-)) Anyway, if you seen the title of this blog, you'd notice it says Flipside #2. Why? Here's the explanation: the Closed Door is actually Flipside #1. I guess it makes sense. So, I'm going stop babbling on here, and I'm going to present you with the story! Enjoy, comment, like, share!!

The Flipside #2

  

 It must have been midnight when the Captain sighted the rig. He was tired, and his crew on The Triumph had lost faith. They had planned to sight this oil rig 10 days ago, and had grown worried. “I see it!” he yelled, as the crew came into the room, excited. The crew members had been in the adjacent cabin, murmuring their dark intentions. One of them, Kane, was an experienced sailor, and was orchestrating something very… ‘Evil’. Nobody knew much about Kane, besides his experiences on other oil tankers.

“Looks like the ol’ Captain’s found the rig”, muttered Kane.

“Yep. Guess Jim was too chicken to burn the maps.” said Joseph, who was one Kane’s partners. 

     As the tanker docked at the oil rig, the crew followed the Captain to the rooms they were staying in. Hours passed and nobody had seen Kane. Then, as the captain was on the phone with his kids, an explosion erupted from somewhere within the oil rig. Instinct causes his eyes to close. There was fire, and the captain could hear the screams of his crew. It was disastrous. Wait. The captain could hear them, but shouldn’t he be dead? As he opens his eyes, he realizes he’s on top of a smokestack. How on earth did he get there? Clinging to its edge, he stands up on the edge and looks down at the flames surrounding the ring. He can’t believe his eyes. His eyes widen in shock as he sees the crew, burning, screaming. They had all planned a mutiny against the captain, under Kane. But now they were burning. Suddenly the Captain sees Kane, no longer in the earthly human form. He had been reduced to bones, and was crawling up the smokestack, screaming a language undecipherable by human ears. Smiling, Kane reaches the Captain and knocks him off into the ocean. Kane had got what he wanted, and as he stood victorious, the rig sunk into the sea.

Enjoyed it? Check out the previous and following Flipsides if you haven't already! 
Flipside 1:http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/the-closed-door.html
Flipside 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/flipside-3.html