Don't Fit

So I wrote a small little scene tonight while I was sitting in the living room when it was storming, and I like the scene. It's amusing, and it makes me smile a lot but I'm not sure it exactly fits. In the sense that the scene could be thrown away and not take anything away from the story.

Which made me wonder if I should keep the scene in simply because I like it, or take it out. I think I might have Kyden point out in ( ) that this serves no relevance to the story, and to get on with it already.

Actually, I was planning on that till this minute while I was typing. I kind of like the idea to. It's a nice idea and I could keep my scene.

See, this is why I have a writing blog. I can rant out my frustration and get ideas.

Cursed - Prologue

Cursed

Prologue

His name is Kyden, and I have a sneaking feeling he doesn’t like me very much. Now you might think I’m exaggerating but trust me when I say there are signs, and they all point to dislike.

The first sign was the evil looks he kept giving me since capture, and then the maniacal glee that seemed to light up his face when a girl handed him a piece of rope and asked him to tie my hands behind my back.

Well, either it’s glee from him hating me, or some sort of weird fetish. To be honest, I’m hoping for the former, I could deal with him being happy about tying me up because he hatred.

Sadly the soft pink hair the guy was sporting left it up for debate.

“Where should we put him?” The girl asks.

"Down a pit?"

"Kyden…" Which if anyone is remotely curious as to how I even know pinky’s name, this is how. I was still trying to learn the girl name, but the guy wasn’t as loose with names as she was apparently.

"Alright, fine. We'll just sit him on the log.” I fell forward as pinky’s foot connected to my back and kicked me towards the log sitting on the other side of the small camp fire they’d built up before I’d gotten there.

"I can walk.” I snap out as I try to not eat the ground, I just barely manage it as I stumble my way forward and sit down.

That was the second sign by the way.

“Look,” The girl starts as she sits down beside me smiling wide, and looking like she didn’t have a care in the world, she could sit here on this log with me all night if she needed to and it wouldn’t bother her one bit. “We don’t mean to be rude, it’s just we’re a little wary of strangers… and you also…”

“I almost drowned you.” I interrupted her. I didn’t need the situation explained to me, I knew what happened. I had been the one to do it after all, only I hadn’t meant to. I’d been searching almost all day for any source of water when I’d stumbled upon a river. I’d stopped to get some fresh water and stock up on my empty supply when pinky popped out of no were and started to attack me with a sword.

Like magic the water rose up out of the river from behind me and surged forward, trying to drown him.

"… Ya, really curious as to how you did that, and also we're you are from."

“I don’t know how I did it, I can just do it.” I told her quietly. “As for where I’m from, it’s Georgia.”

"Georgia?" Kyden asked frowning as he silently repeated the word to himself.

“Yes Georgia, as in one of the 50 states in America, which would make since to you if I was there, but I’m not.” I finished lamely. I wasn’t home, there was no United States of America, or a place called Georgia.

"What do you mean?"

“I mean I was running and the water sort of swallowed me up. When I awoke I was here.”

"Here?" The girl asked pointing around them.

"No, as in here." I said as I pointed to all around us. "Meaning this 'world'"

"You aren't… from this world?"

"Aero." Pinky said in exasperation, letting the girls name slip at last. "He's playing us."

“I don’t think he is.” The girl, Aero, said slowly. She stared at me, a look of wonder and curiosity on her face as if I was some exciting new toy she’d discovered at long last. I couldn’t fault her excitement; I’d probably be giddy to if someone had just told me they came from another world. “Can you explain from the beginning?

"The beginning?”

"Yes, the beginning, um… how you got here.”

“It’s not exactly a short story.” I warned her. There was no way I could sum up how I came to be here in a few short words. I wouldn’t even know where to begin to explain it. “I’ll have to start at the beginning.”

“We have time.” She assured me, even as Pinky snapped at her that it’d be getting dark in a few hours. “So?” She asked turning to look at him as she spoke. “We have a fire going, we’ll be fine.” She was patient; she didn’t snap back or show she was remotely irritated at being snapped at by Pinky.

He made a small retort back and it soon turned into a full out bicker fest back and forth between the two, or as much of a bicker as it could be with Aero polite replies.

I sighed as I looked up at the sky, amazed at how massive and clear it was. I’d been on the move so much I hadn’t had a moment to even look up and study it. It was so different from the sky back home; filled with so much pollution you couldn’t see the stars.

It was nice to know that somewhere out there was a place that hadn’t been tainted by our human hands, and the need to expand and be bigger, better, lazier. We had so much technology we were literally becoming lazy.

It was sad.

I swallowed past a small lump in my throat as a sudden need to explain everything that had happened so far over took me. I need to get it out, or I was going to explode. I could suddenly understand why people went to therapy.

Sometimes you needed someone to talk to, even if you had to pay them to sit there and listen.

I opened my mouth, ready to tell them to shut up so I could speak, and the words started spilling out. I’m not sure I had their attention, I didn’t really care. All I know is once I started, I couldn’t stop.

Ever since I can remember I’ve been cursed. The people around me would either end up hurt, or dead. My own parents had drowned when I was 5, their car swerved off the road one night on the way home from the movies and crashed into the river.

I don’t remember any of it. I couldn’t tell you if they’d screamed, or panicked, or just accepted what would happen. The police and doctors didn’t think they’d died instantly, I’d survived after all.

I was a tiny 5 year old child strapped securely into the back seat of the car, and half asleep. It was only logical one of my parents had heroically saved me at the expense of their own lives.

Humans like the logical. We like to be able to explain the unexplainable. Magic doesn’t exist; it can’t exist because if it did then we wouldn’t be able to explain it.

I survived because they saved me. To the doctors, the police, and my relatives there was no other way.

We believe the things we can accept.

I went along with the stories, who was I to say differently. I didn’t remember it. All I could recall of the night, even to this day, is the feel of the water surrounding me, trying to smother the air from my lungs and furious that it couldn’t, until it finally seemed to accept me and instead of trying to suffocate me it embraced me.

It’d felt warm, loving. Home.

After that I’d ended up being fostered upon my Aunt. I went to a regular school, graduated, and then went to college and started working full time. I tried to live out a normal life, but sometimes things happen.

Sometimes someone would push me one step to far, I’d get angry.

People ended up hurt, people ended up missing.

Thing is, no one blames the nice helpful kid, the one who is always willing to lend a hand, who’s always smiling and polite.

At least, not until the kid Aunt ends up getting hurt. Suddenly that nice kid is the guy with the tragic past, whose parents had drowned, and he had mysteriously survived. He’s always quiet to, and seems to stare.

Don’t the people who get hurt, always fight with him before hand?

I started running, and I never looked back.

That's when life got weird, but of course to explain the weird parts I guess I might need to go back even further. I mean, not to the tragic beginning, I couldn’t even begin to tell you how all that came about, no I’m thinking more of the before, when my Aunt was still nagging me six ways to Sunday, before she got hurt.

Before I started running.

End Prologue

Oh Kyden

The first sign was the evil looks he kept giving me all night, and then the manic glee that seemed to light up on his face when a girl handed him a piece of rope and asked him to tie my hands behind my back.

Well, either it’s glee from the hatred or some sort of weird fetish but to be honest, I’m hoping for the former but the bright pink hair the guy was sporting really left it update for debate here. 

Little does Calder know, but Kyden is straight, or that is what I am being told. The original plan was to hook him up with Calder, but uh... that didn't pan out. At all. For one Calder up and decided to be the second Ace character of mine, though unlike Seele if he really loves the person he'll put out (He'd put out for Mana, but as Mana can't sleep with any of the elements as that would be laying "claim" to him, it's a moot point for the two). Seele repulsed, Syn just has to suffer.

So ya, Kyden (pink hair and all) is straight. I think, POSSIBLY, he might hook up, or has a secret relationship with Aero. Maybe.

I like the thought of those two. Kyden flies off the handle and gets angry really easily and Aero pretty much all calm and whatnot, and cheerful.

It's like polar opposites.

And if I ever hear the words "You're character are only asexual because you are." I'll smack the person, and then proceed to introduce them to "Do Not Pass Go" where Hayden is... anything but *weeps* some of the most uncomfortable scenes I've ever written exist in that story.

Blood and Torture, not fun to write.

Not fun at all.

Dreams

Mana has decided to be a pain in my ass, apparently he wasn't content with popping in late in the series, he had to show himself sooner. He had to appear in Dream Sequences.

Ugh.

I mean, I'll give him it makes since, and it can explain how Calder gets to Gaia but still, DREAM SEQUENCES *Bashes head on the wall* You know whats almost as bad as beach scenes? Dream scenes.

And if anyone actually sits there and wonders why the hell I'm writing it then, well, you aren't a writer.

I don't have a choice. The characters demand it, and I secretly enjoy it ^_~ I just need to vent out the frustrations of trying to make it sound okay. Eventually I'll finish up the draft I have of Complicated next chapter.

Probably after this chapter of Cursed.

In Which We Learn...

That for the life of me I cannot describe a beach. OMG, I am honest when I'd say I'd rather write a scene full of smut (and I mean, come on, me writing smut? I'm totally, and completely out of my depth with that one) then write another goddamn beach scene, or a scene describing water.

Why on earth did I decide that his element had to be water. I hate water. I fear deep water. I just got tired of using Fire, and I mean... I can't use Earth without using Cameo as the MC. I can't use Cameo in this story because it's a different world and then I'd have to bring in Elodin and it's all kinds of complications.

And besides that, I can't imagine him in this world I'm constructing. This world, I don't want any of my normal babies playing round in it. It's completely new and exciting because it has a clean slate.

But ugh, goddamn Beach Scenes. Never. Again.

Deleted

Deleted off the post I made of Curse, because I've updated it with a new huge chunk in the beginning. I've also got all my players, and sadly the one I'm excited about isn't even going to be in the first part of the story, or possibly the second part.

Ugh.

Is it bad I'm listening to High School Musical 3? Probably, I like the movie so I'm not really complaining and no one is around me to complain.

Cursed

He's been cursed, though he doesn't know what the curse is, and he knows he has to find a way to remove it, but everything not as it seems as "MC" starts out on a journey that takes him across the worlds to a land known as Gaia, and it's there he'll join up with 4 others to save it.





It's a thought in progress. I've always wanted to do a cliche "group of people gain magical power" story and I even created a separate word for it at one point, but I never got to writing it. No time like the present though.

Connected the Stories!

So I decided I wanted a list of all the stories set in Terra, or more aptly known as Locke World. The list isn't important to anyone but me, and it's sort of a timeline for me to remember them all. The one with Book beside it are part of trilogies.

It's Pink!

Ya, I once said: I have a yaoi cat boi addiction, and I'm certain it's not healthy.

It's years later guys, and to be honest I still have a cat boy addiction, and I'm still sure it's not healthy. Alas, I'll learn to live with it. The background is Ritsuka from Loveless. I'm pretty sure Loveless is what started me on my addiction.


It's pink, it was either I go with pink or red, and I like pink over red. Scary but true. Took me almost half the day getting this done to. I had to look around at a lot of different sites to get all the coding I wanted and then figure out how to work CCS.

Say it with me: Copy and Paste is our friend.

Ya.

But I like it. I'm rather fond of the layout and I hope it looks as nice on other computers as it does on mine (I'm running 1280 x 1024). If not, oh well. Please don't tell me so XD.

Ya, going to go write now.

5 Stories

I went to attempt to finish 5 Stories by the end of the year which means I have a lot of writing to do. Right now I am working on It's Complicated, and I just started on Beautiful Mess again. I want to try something new and original, we'll see how that goes. I might also make Do Not Pass Go a priority. It feels sort of weird working on it at the moment, with not being friends with Lee and whatnot.

He sort of always pushed me to work on the story. It's going to be weird not sending him snippets and getting his input.

Chapter 3: Parking Tickets

It's Complicated

"Turn left in 400 feet."

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." Holden declared a loud as he pulled the car to a stop and looked out the front window. There was no place to turn. To the left was nothing but parking lots and he knew this wasn't the building he needed. He looked back to the GPS sitting snug in the hook attached to the window and raised an eyebrow. "Turn left WHERE?" He shouted growing more frustrated as he tried to rationalize why he couldn't throw out a 400 dollar GPS. He didn't have another 400 bucks to replace it was reason number 1 with number 2 being that it wasn't so much his GPS as his roommates. He thought the former was the better reason; he'd practically be doing Suoh a favor if he threw the piece of garbage out the window.