Moore,+Jasmine


 * COB Book Review**
 * Fey Genocide**

In a world of magic and creatures that only exist in the darkest of shadows and the greatest of fears, there is an dark force that is preparing for its return. Every demon, Downworlder, and Shadow hunter alike fear even to whisper the name “Valentine”. Once the best of the shadowhunters, a loyal follower of the Angel and Nephilim, and a proud man always ready to serve his people. Until he decided to take matters into his own hands. Years ago he formed a team of shadowhunters that were the best of the best and were prepared to lay down their own lives for sake of what they believed in. Being as persuasive as Hitler, his Circle followed him like the Nazi army and secretly spilled the blood of countless Fey. But when an ex-member of his Circle interferes with his plans on preventing the signing of the Accords and his teams plans are revealed he is forced to go to drastic measures for survival. To set a example, he murders his family and burns the house to ash before he disappears into hiding, vowing to wreak revenge on Idris and Nephilim. Years later, Clarissa finds herself the wrong place at the wrong time and is suddenly plunged into world that she never would have imagined that existed. It all would have been a fairy tale if her mom hadn't been involved. After her mom vanishes without a trace and their house is overrun with Forsaken and a Ravener she has no choice but to do whatever it takes to find out who did it, why and how to save her. With the help of Jace, the cocky, sarcastic, and fearless shadowhnter; Isabelle, the lethal beauty, and Alec, her one and only brother and Jace's best friend, she goes to the extremes to find and save her mom from the hands of evil. Picking up bits and pieces of her past and her family history she realizes her whole life has been a lie and that nothing is what it seems.


 * Memoir**

I can still feel his soft gentle touch as if its tattooed to my skin. Though our embrace was just for a little while, I remember it like it was yesterday. He held my tight in his arms and whispered empty promises in my ear; during that time i believed it. I would have believed anything he told me. I'd inhaled the scent of axe and drugs that radiated from him like the sun. because that's what he was at the time: My sun. The thought of him kept me warm at night. His hugs made me feel like i actually had someone to trust, someone to believe in, someone to trust: something to live for that took the pain away. Because that's what he was, addicting, like the strongest drug that i loved more than life itself. I was like a broken doll that just wanted to be fixed and at the time i thought he could. He was my everything, as long as i had him i needed nothing more. I closed my eyes and listened to his heart beat, slowly and steadily like a paced drum. The rhythm was like music to me and my heart thudded in my chest for him and him only. "I'll never hurt Jasmine, I'll keep you safe from all the bad things and people. I'll make sure nothing hurts you ever again." i sighed. The feel of his warm quiet breathing was comforting when it touched me. I was surprised at how gentle he was with me. Holding me with a firm grip but as sweetly and comforting as a mother. But at the same time i could feel a possessive feeling behind it. It reminded my of how a wolf would protect its territory. But i didn't care, if he thought of meas nothing more than a tool i was happy as long as he thought of me at all. I snuggled closer to him and rested my head on his chest. I wished we could stay like that forever but even i wasn't dumb enough to belief that a moment could last forever so my heart sang for the moment. I could hear his voice, a deep seducing chocolate that i craved, usher me into believing his every word: I did, I followed and believed him like the Germans believed Hitler. Then i whispered to him that i would stay loyal to him and never tell his secrets. I also told him i believed all the promises he made to me. I never told him how much it would hurt it they were broken. I was the puppet and he was the master so i always did as he said. I was his little insignificant submissive and he was my dominant. I believed and knew in my heart as he held me that even if he did me wrong, I’d come back. I truly wanted to believe that he was different but something in the back of my mind whispered in a hush voice "Don't believe in him because in the end of all this he'll break you're heart again. The only difference is next time it won't heal." But of course that small voice of common sense was spoken by the someone i could be if i were strong enough to not have to lean on someone else's when i was hurt. I could never be that person, i was already too far gone. I didn't listen. Now, looking back on that day i know that i shouldn’t listened to my conscience instead of empty promises from a guy that ended up killing my completely inside. Turned me into someone that made me someone that could never believe or trust in someone else other than myself. Now i don't let anyone close to my heart in fear of being hurt again. But, unfortunately, old habits are hard to break


 * Biography**

Diamond Johnston, born November 28, 1997 born and raised on the shallow hardcore streets of Havelock, Northa Calrolina. Everyday she had to hustle for money with her small but trusting and loveing friends; She barely made $2.99 a week trying to hustle, so she had a new boytoy everyday. When one well ran dry she moved on to the next one. Introduced to drugs and alchohol at a young age she soon began to learn that you can only trust yourself and rely in no other.


 * Short Story: Its in the cards**

It was a dark rainy night, February 18th, Pollyville New york, My name is Alex and to everyone I seem like a normal woman in her thirties. I hate spiders, and had to spend all last week battling the alien spiders that infected my secret lab. But to my neighbor Jose, I'm a deadly assassin to any creature that steps out of line and tries to expose the secret existence of demons and otherworldly to humans. I've been doing this job since i was 15 years old. Jose is an old friend, literally, he's 89 years old but looks at least 40. Today i have to take down a stupid Igor that seems to be too big of a job for the police. The underworld secret services sent me a letter explaining the whole problem. The letter said there was a random Igor that has been constantly sighted around middle schools using a glamor to look like a hot high school guy. He's been said to be listening to Micheal Jackson while buying ice cream for stupid little 8th grade girls that want a cute high school boy friend. After visiting Jose's house for the latest weapons, charms, and spells, I geared up and headed out in my porche. I parked my car across the street and dressed up as a teacher to blend in with the crowd. When school ended, I used a glamor to look like a school girl after sipping a youth potion before I walked over to the Igor and started up a conversation about the last student I'd seen him talking to. He didn't know I was recording his every word and when we were done talking and he had walked me to his car I seized his wrist and showed him my badge. "You have the right to remain silent punk! Anything you say or do will do used against you in the court of law!" I kneed him in the stomach and put a gun to his head. "I'm taking you in you sicko!" He growled and transported behind me, It happened so fast I had no time to react until after he lifted his hand and slapped the hair dye out of me. I stood up and wiped the blood from my mouth. I used my ninja skills and created a bunch of clones to gang him wile I tore away his glamor. He growled again and summoned a giant octopus monster. "Just give up Igor!" I jump into the air and summon an flying air shark. "Eat the octopus!" I turned on my kicks (my custom made shoes that Jose got from his warlock cousin) and and jumped a few feet into the air and formed a huge blue aurora around my fist. The Igor was so shocked at the sight of my power that he hadn't realized my fist was breaking his jaw until he hit the ground again. I landed next to him and cuffed him. I opened my bag and took out a clam shell( a gift from a mermaid I had rescued the last time I was on a boat) an made a video call to my boss. A small virtual image appeared inside the the shell. "Mission complete." characters: Alex and Jose Problem:petdophile Igor setting: pollyville, NY, Feb. 18 Tone: Adventure


 * Lyric Poem: Can't bring me down(Going Under by Evanescence)**

Now that we're over, it's time for my new beginning Eversince you left me to die i've kept on winning now that you're not here to bring me me down not here to to cut me with your words and kill me without sound now that the damage is done and my heart can't be found I'm forgetting the past and how "we" had never lasted and now my tears don't fall and drown me in pain and sorrow because you aren't here to bring me down

**Beauty Is Only Skin Deep**
 * Persuasive Poem**

Every time you look at me, sadness in your eyes I know your worth more than you know yourself and its killing me inside to know that you have issues with your self esteem It makes me really wonder if you're seeing what I see the person you really are the person you could be Beauty is only skin deep and your beautiful to me

You complain that your pale your ugly or your fat but can't you see the truth don't you know better than that my ex's knew what they were worth and they knew I knew it too so why couldn't you

I hope one day that you can see see the guy that you should be and know that beauty is whats inside so you can get the doubt out your mind then we can move on and leave the sadness behind
 * Imitation poem**

I Like Valentines Day With a Drop of Poison
I needed someone to fill in the gap, to bandage my heart It had to be a guy I had history with to some degree unfortunately it was the guy that had broken me the first time around It was a while back in middle school 7th grade? maybe 8th grade? I don't really know but i know what day it was the pink, flowers, and hearts symbolized the coming of valentines day Since i'm so addicted to poison I had loved the guys that had left scars on my heart and tears in my eyes Every flower has meaning and mine meant friendship regardless of what my heart said, i just wanted friendship or aquaintencship When my poison recieved his flower he must've mistaken its meaning for love his eyes had glittered and shined like stars i had laughed to myself, until i saw him the strongest drug that i had loved so dearly i don't really recall how he reacted but i doubted he knew i had sent a flower to my poison although his look said somwthing else i think or did my lust and addiction for him remodel my memory Guy was a thoughtful understanding determined Important relationship with Wife Friends He loved his Books Job Wife Experienced Sadness Fear Hate Afraid of losing his life, his books being discovered, life being a lie he saved himself, learned that books weren't bad, memorized except in bible he wanted people to stop and read books, pay attention to life, find happiness lived in a house with wife, woods with hobos, friends house Montag
 * Bio Poem**

Annotated Bibliography
 * Best Work**