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May 13, 2012

Uncharted Waters

by 'Ard Pete

So as we all know my free time is pretty much spent on the PS3 these days since buying one, giving my reviews on both Sniper Elite and Heavy Rain. Heavy Rain I said was probably the finest game I had ever played since I began playing games. I just love a game with an excellent story. Something that draws you in as much as a TV show or a film does.

You know you’re in for something pretty great when you instantly connect with characters and feel for them every step of the way, which is what Heavy Rain managed to do from the outset. I didn’t think I could be wowed by a game again after playing this.

That is of course, until I popped in Uncharted 2: Among Thieves. I’ve been told by friends that this game is pretty good and that it’s much better than the first and third games. Having not played the first game I was wondering if I’d know what was going on, I hate starting in the middle of a trilogy however it doesn’t hurt at all in this instance.

It’s no wonder this game is the second highest rated PS3 game of all time (Only narrowly losing out to Grand Theft Auto 4). The story is somewhat a mixture of Indiana Jones/Tomb Raider/National Treasure only with a lot more killing.

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May 13, 2012

For My Mother on Mother’s Day

by Shannon Fox

I saw this poem awhile back on Tara’s blog at The Fiction Folio and it was so great, I knew I had to put it up on here. As we celebrate our own mothers and grandmothers and all the mothers in our lives (even ourselves!), let’s not forget to thank the mothers who taught us to love books and language. Among the many tasks mothers perform, sometimes they shape their child’s life without realizing it.

My mother told me she used to tape herself reading books so that she could play them for me at bedtime or naptime when she was too tired to read to me until I fell asleep. She continued to read to me before I went to sleep until I was maybe 8 or 9 and already quite capable of reading on my own. I don’t think she quite realized she was shaping a reader and writer when she played those tapes for me, but I’m so grateful she did. I can’t imagine my life without books or writing or language. It is an essential part of myself. So today I say thank you, Mom. I love you. This poem is for you.

The Reading Mother by Strickland Gillian

I had a mother who read to me
Sagas of pirates who scoured the sea.
Cutlasses clenched in their yellow teeth;
“Blackbirds” stowed in the hold beneath.
I had a Mother who read me lays
Of ancient and gallant and golden days;
Stories of Marmion and Ivanhoe,
Which every boy has a right to know.
I had a Mother who read me tales
Of Gelert the hound of the hills of Wales,
True to his trust till his tragic death,
Faithfulness lent with his final breath.
I had a Mother who read me the things
That wholesome life to the boy heart brings-
Stories that stir with an upward touch.
Oh, that each mother of boys were such!
You may have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be –
I had a Mother who read to me.
May 13, 2012

Blue – A Poem I Wrote About My Mom

by darkjade68

Blue – A Poem I Wrote About My Mom

In October of 2011, My Mom had some Possible Health Issues going on, which sent her to the Cardiologist Several Times in One Week… Needless to say, this made me very “Tense”, Lol

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