Pet

You know what grinds my gears?

Apartments, townhouses etc that don't accept pets. Most people take care of their pets, that is why they have pets. Most people don't get pets unless they can take care of them.

It is so frustrating to look for places that are pet friendly, especially when buying a house isn't an option. I mean, I am young, I don't know where I want to settle yet so no, I am not going to buy a house until I know that is where I want to be.

Can someone just send me a million bucks so I can buy a house?

I mean who can say NO to the following:

People are stupid. /End Rant.

Writings and Ramblings

I start a bunch of writings and never seem to finish them. Some I have published but others I haven't. These ones are from Deviant Art. I figure the best way of letting people see my work is to show what I got!
So on this dreary, wintry day in good ol' New Hampshire, I give to you

CET: Cyborg Eradication Team

Prologue:
The rustling tore me from my sleep. I grabbed the gun nestled safely in my nightstand. I slid from the bed soundlessly. The upgrade made it possible to see at night. I was thankful for it as I creaked open the door that let to my bedroom. I whipped around the corner as I heard another crash. I crept through the small hallway, trying to pinpoint the attackers location.I felt something brush past my leg and faced my gun toward it. It was my cat, looking up at me before running to the bedroom. I turned back around and saw a masked figure in front of me. I opened my mouth to scream but their hand caught it. Whoever they were strong enough to pick me up despite my flailing. Screams escaped my throat and a raw feeling settled in. They pulled the gun from my hand right as my fist connected with their throat. I fell to the ground and shuffled around, searching for the gun. The masked person, who I now knew was a man due to the Adam's apple I had connected with, reached for me. His weight fell on top of me, making me inches away from the gun. My hand connected with his forehead and knocked his body off just enough for me to reach my gun. He got up, stumbling back a few steps as I pointed the gun at him.Three shots. Three bullets. All of which connected to his chest. I watched as the life left his eyes. His body fell to the ground. I got up and walked over to him, pressing my fingers against his neck for a pulse. I stood back up and watched as the blood pooled around his body.Exercise Terminated. Exercise Terminated.I looked up as the loud bells rag out, burning through my ears. The walls of my apartment began to shake and whistle. They fell to the side and the light consumed me. I covered my eyes and when they finally adjusted I saw Joe."Joe, you son of a bitch. Testing me when I am asleep? You even brought my cat!" I screamed as I walked toward the man. Joe was a stout man, always dressed in a suit and tie. His black hair barely covered his head anymore. His eyes were covered by his large glasses."Oh don't be like that! I wanted to see if the upgrades were working." He walked over to me. I threw the gun down in front of him, anger boiling in my veins.He walked up to me, pulling me into a hug briefly. "Stop fighting. Your training is done, Cas." I looked up at him with a vengeful look before walking back to the remains of my fake house. I snatched up Shay and she began purring instantly. She stepped outside in the bitter cold, wearing tight shorts and a tank top."Bloody Joe." I grumbled. I spotted a black motorcycle parked in front of the warehouse. "Aw Joe, you remembered my bike. The only thing good you did." "Don't be like this, Cas." His soft voice whispered in my ear. Damn it, he even put an ear piece in. "I'm fine. I just need sleep like every other being." His sigh felt like he as next to me but no more noise came from the ear piece. I hopped on the bike, Shay under my arm, and headed for my apartment.
Chapter One:The Warehouse.
The place you didn't want to be but unfortunately was where all of the training was done. My name is long and boring, but most people called me Cas. I am what most people would call a cyborg although I hate that name. I was not born this way but rather happened to be this because of an accident. I had cracked my head open and my brains got so scrambled I was blind. They had thought of many different ideas but the only ones that seemed to make any sense was to test the connection between machines and humans. I had taken to the procedure so well instead of letting my wrist heal they rebuilt it with metal. Cyborg. I hated that word. I hated when people called me that. I preferred digitally enhanced. I was part of a team that made sure other cyborgs were working correctly. We were an eradication team, if that makes better sense. We were specialized to fight any type of cyborg that got in the way.The morning called to me, the sun slowly reaching up into the sky. I rolled off the side of the bed and rubbed my face. Sleep had not been kind to me, let alone what Joe pulled. I got up, showered and pulled on my plain black jumpsuit that unfortunately hugged my body. I poured some cat food into Shay's bowl and grabbed my protein shake.Outside I jumped onto my bike and left for the warehouse. The warehouse, where we all trained but lacked actual motivation to be at. My team was made up of a technical expert, two cyborgs, our fearless leader, a programer and someone who fixed cyborgs for a hobby. I turned to bike into the parking garage. I stepped off of it, seeing Kyle, the other cyborg."Cas! I hear Joe called you in for late night work?" He laughed as he walked over to me. Joe had half of his body turned into a machine. His left leg, arm and ribs were all metal. "Well yeah, don't even get me started. He pulled the 'I want to test out your upgrade' bullshit again." Kyle laughed and nodded."Come on, let's get to work." Kyle was taller than me, mostly because of his metal work. He had short black hair and green eyes. He was quite bulky, his shoulder quite spread apart. I followed him down the hallway and scanned my badge. The door began to open, slowly and loudly. Inside the area opened up beneath them. A large circle sat in the middle of the floor, a sphere covering it. I watched as someone training turned around and caught the probe in the stomach."Man, she has been in there for quite some time." Kyle laughed and walked over to where a desk was set up. He picked up the clipboard and flipped through some papers. "You and I are on a double today, teaming up against Neo's newest." He made a face before laughing."Hey, slackers. Get suited up." I heard. I turned around and made eye contact with our leader. May gave me a stern look back. "Hurry up I say!" May had been our leader for too long. She was one of the bravest women I knew. She had short blonde hair and pale blue eyes, she was built like a man though, more muscles than any of us and she was damn strong too."Yes, Ma'am. Neo here yet?" I asked. She nodded and pointed. I followed her hand and smiled when I saw him. Neo was a small nerd, scrawny with glasses that he always pushed further up his nose."Cas! Kyle! I got a good one for you." He laughed as he ran over. "This one is programmed to know who you are, know your specialties. Think on your feet but don't do what you usually do, it has your habits programmed." His eyes flashed."Well gee, thanks Neo. Get it in the program." I grumbled. Kyle was already suited up. I pulled the black jacket over my jumpsuit and slid on my big boots. I looked over at Kyle who put the light blue sunglasses on, I closed my eyes and when I reopened them they were programmed, small numbers and equations crossing my normal vision. I slid the two guns on my hips and the knife in my boot."Ready!" I called. Neo gave me a look as Kyle and I stepped into the sphere. The second I stepped in the scenery changed. It was almost like we were transported somewhere else. Our mind would think we were running but our bodies would stay in one place. I turned to Kyle and nodded."Start Exercise." I commanded the computer and it began to make a loud whirring noise. 

Three more sections. Shall I put them up or is this just gibberish? Let me know!
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What is a writer?

Hello there readers!

I haven't posted much in a few days so I figured I would talk about my books. So I have spoke about The Timeless series and Rex which is in the Tainted series. No I did not mean for the series both to start with T, haha.

The books I am currently working on include:

Zombeez, Chloe: The Tainted - Book 2, Renor, Apocalypse.

Zombeez I am the furthest in, admittedly. It is obviously about zombeez! There is such a high demand for zombee books and I love playing on how to write words so instead of "zombie" it is written zombee the whole time. 

Zombeez my friend Lauren Mechelle and I originally thought up the plot for. We somehow talked about what we would do if the apocalypse happened and this book is a product of that.

Chloe is the second book in the Tainted. For those who have read the first, Rex, you met Chloe. It continues on from the first book but is about her instead of Anya. 

Renor is about an Angel who is in love with a human.

And Apocalypse is another zombie book.

I tend to do better writing on a bunch of books at one time rather than focusing on one. It helps me to bounce around more ideas.

Anyone who is interesting in doing a joint book with me, let me know. Lauren and I have done quite a few together and I find it so fun. 

So here are some cute pictures of my puppy dog, cause come on, she is so damn cute!

Lovey Dovey Day

Oh Valentines Day. How I despise thee. I am a happily married woman but the whole idea of Valentines day just seems stupid to me. It is probably because I am in retail and everything is way overdone. Or it might be the fact that I always have to work on it so there is no point in me celebrating it.

BUT it means I can share a bit of my book, Rex with you because that is a steamy, lovey dovey valentines-esque day book.

I have talked about Rex earlier and there has been quite an improvement in my downloads. It is now up to 300. Woo! That means 300+ people have read my book. Exciting! It does have some pretty intense scenes that probably aren't appropriate to put on this blog because of age restrictions and whatnot so I will post one that isn't too sexy. If too sexy is even a thing.

Now Rex is about a woman who has lost her husband. Years later she still can't quite get into a relationship. She relapses the death of her husband and brings unnecessary drama. She ends up finding Rex, a tattoo artist, and they immediately hit it off. But Rex has some secrets she doesn't know about. When she finds out these secrets, will she still be in love with him?

My hands roamed across his chest and under his shirt, pulling it up and off of him. It fell lightly to the ground and I caught his eyes looking at me. They were stormy, gray and blue clouding together. My body was full of shivers and want. I wanted him to touch me, to please me and to never stop. I could see his muscles beneath his sheer skin. I touched his chest, tracing the tattoos that surrounded it. There was a heart broken in two with vines coming from the center. A skull next to that with roses around the base. A word in elegant cursive much like my own, but it was in a different language so I couldn’t figure out what it was. There were stars and tribal looking shapes covering the top left of his chest and onto his arm. A large ship was spread across his other arm. The waves seemed life like, wind in the sails of the ship and a cannon on the side. An elaborate masquerade mask spread the space in between the two other large tattoos on his chest. The mask had one eyeball colored black and the rest had a intricate design surrounding it.

He had stopped kissing me and looked down at my fragile hands on his tattoos. “What is your favorite?” He asked me in a hoarse voice. I looked up at him and back at his tattoos. I traced my fingers around the snarls of colors. Vivid purples, dark stormy blues and neon greens filled the once pale chest. My brows knotted and then I stopped on the ship. “That was my first tattoo. I just had it touched up which is why it is so colorful now.”

“Why did you get it?” I asked quietly. It was so elegant and detailed. From each small line in the mast to each sail made it look so lifelike.

“For my father. He was in the Navy.” I smiled up and him and he leaned down slowly. “Each tattoo has a meaning.” He whispered against my lips before kissing me again. He pulled me up into his arms and we made our way to his bed once again.

Oh, I love Rex. He is just amazing haha. Don't forget, you can get the full copy of my book here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/400455
Please make sure to leave reviews and send it to your friends! Who can go wrong with this steamy, lovey dovey book on Valentines day? I mean come on!
& Happy Valentines Day to my readers. To those who think it is a holiday. Hope you all have a wonderful night.

-Clementine

Gwendolyn Tidbit

I decided to post a tidbit of Baroness Gwendolyn Athena Rose which is available on Amazon or Kindle.

(Disclaimer: This bit of work was created by me, everything is fictional, anything taken from this without my consent is plagiarism.)

She was falling once more, blackness engulfing her. She landed in water, treading it until her legs burned. She let out a scream when she saw a sailing ship. The big white sails came into view and she was hauled aboard. Gasping and coughing she realized she was in a large, wet gown. It had been weighing her down and therefore making the swim tough. She finally caught her breath and looked up to see an entire crew staring at her. She stood up and looked at the captain.“Been too long Ryl. I thought you had this figured out. You weren’t supposed to send Axel to me. You were supposed to get rid of him.” Her voice was rough.“I am sorry my Queen. I didn’t mean to screw up that bad. What can we do to fix this?” She walked up to him and got close to his face.“You have done enough to mess this up. I must fix it myself.” She turned around and looked at the crew that now surrounded her. “Back to work you worthless horde!” They shuffled away and she pushed her way into the captain’s quarters. She slumped down on the bed and whipped her head when Ryl walked in. He kneeled down next to her and took her hand in his, kissing it softly.“I am sorry, my Queen.” She sighed and took her hand away.“You have failed me. I do not know what to do. We are supposed to rule this land together. You had one simple task, get rid of Axel.” He bowed his head and dismissed himself from the room. The ship rocked side to side and she fell backward on the bed. Everything was going wrong.Gwendolyn’s eyes opened and she jumped from her position.

Well? What do you think!

Users

I absolutely hate people who use other people. One person in particular I just can't yell at enough to see it.

We had a roommate who was living with us. He was told to get a job so he can afford his part of the rent. He showed absolutely no motivation in finding a job. He ended up making like a third of his rent for one month. We sat him down, said he needed to get the money or he would be kicked out. Regardless, he was kicked out.

His girlfriend still thinks that he loves he. She doesn't understand that to prove to her he loved her he should have grown up, got a job and paid bills. Well he now lives with his mother and still doesn't have a job, a license or a car. And I am not talking about a teenager, this kid is 22.

So the girlfriend is all "he loves me" and constantly I need to stop myself from blurting out "no he f**king doesn't!" He refused to get a job for her and help to pay bills. He refused to clean up around the house. He refused to get off his butt and go look for a job. He refused to do anything and just sat around the apartment, eating our food.

So this stupid kid is out of our apartment but my roommate still believes she loves him. Every time I try to have a conversation with her about how he is immature and needs to grow up it ends up in a fight. So I give up. The thing that pisses me off though is that she is my best friend. I don't want to loose my best friend because her boyfriend is an immature jerk.

We are going to move again in a few months and I have been constantly debating whether or not I want her to continue being our roommate. I think her own immaturity outweighs his and I can't see myself living another year without being angry with her.

I'm frustrated. Someone make me feel better?

Retail Rant

I work in a large retail facility. Retail literally is a killer. I have been at this retail establishment for 4 years and constantly fight with the managers over hours and wages.

It is an ongoing problem but that is not what this rant is about.

This rant is about the fact that nobody seems to care that I work in retail. For example, we were supposed to have a family get together with my husband's family. I work every weekend, guaranteed. That is retail, you don't get weekends off you get weekdays off.

So they scheduled this dinner for a Saturday because my father in law and sister in law have that day off. What I find completely inconsiderate is the fact that every time we schedule something it is when they have the day off. It doesn't matter what day I have off. That and the fact that I always get yelled at for not getting that day off.

In retail you get a certain amount of 'personal days' in which you can use whenever. You also get a limited amount of 'vacation time' but that only lasts a year where personal days build up. Because I have had to use my personal days on 'family get together' days that I barely have any time left.

So the fact that I don't get the day off makes them mad at me. If I try to find a different day to do it they all give me excuses. Why am I always the one who gets the sh*t stick? Why am I always the one who gets kicked while I am down?

That and asking for a day off isn't a breeze. I have three managers to go through AND I have to put it into a computer. I have to 'apply' for days off, talk with all the managers to make sure there is accurate coverage and then maybe I get it off. It is a process of days, you don't get approved until usually a week later.

So this is my rant. I'm sick and tired of being the one everyone is mad at. If you expect me there, don't. If you expect me to take a day off when you aren't willing to, don't. I am done. I am frustrated and beyond stressed.

-CE

Ol' NH

This is going to be mostly a picture blog today. While writing a rather boring research essay is occupying most of my time, I need a break.

For those who have never been to New Hampshire or would like to see what it looks like, I figured I would put up some pictures. It really is a rather beautiful place. Another thing that I absolutely love to do is take pictures. Below are some and there is a link at the bottom for more pictures. Enjoy!

 Ocean not far from my house. Wonderful place to go swimming, even if it's salty.

 Lots of trees, grass and rocks in NH.

We loooove our farming equipment.

For more pictures of NH and my cute animals, check out my Deviant Art Page!