Locke and the Hooker Spawn

"... Where did the baby come from?"

"Well you se--"

"I KNOW WHERE BABIES COMES FROM LOCKE." Caine interrupted loudly as he thrust the baby into the other mans open arms. Caine had never wished he could get drunk until the day Gaberial had set him down and decided to have a very long talk with Caine. He'd come out feeling scared for life and every time Desmond came to visit the man would laugh at him. If Caine didn't know exactly how the body, mind, and plain genetics worked he might of chalked his Asexuality up to that very defining moment in his life.

Parts of Awakening

 So below is part of the story I am writing. Its been around in my head since probably middle school. I'm not even sure anymore how these guys appeared but it felt like it was finally time to write there story. They've always been THE story that I've wanted to write. These guys are my babies.

She was loosing her mind. Granted in retrospect she thought this really shouldn't of been as much as a surprise as it was turning out to be. The signs where popping up everywhere and one was staring at her right now across the room in all his ruggishly handsome glory. She still closed her eyes though and breathed slowly as he counted to three backwards.

3
When she opened them again hopefully everything would be normal.

2

>>> Follow U Hom3

First- I meant to write that title like that for no other reason then that it amused me so. 

Second- I think I disturbed myself. 

>>> Follow U Hom3

A feeling can tell you a lot about a situation, it’s like a warning before something good or bad happens. Tonight it starts out as a tingling sensation that starts at your toes and slowly creeps up through your spine and causes you to shiver all over. You have a chilling sense of being watched, impending disaster. You want to look around for the creeper but not appear obvious so instead you speed up to where you see a crowd of people. If you can reach them you’ll feel that much safer, you think.

You haven’t really felt safe in a while and truthfully- We’re never safe. You’ve come to realize that even in your own home you are a target. Someone breaks in. You wake up to the sound of a shattering window, or maybe the heavy crunch of a booted foot kicking in the front door. Guns are drawn, voices are screaming. A friend, roommate, maybe even yourself is hiding under the bed while another person is in the bathroom with a hammer gripped tightly in white knuckled fingers. Just like that your life has changed. The home you felt protected in is no longer safe, and you are jumping at shadows at every turn.

Only I am not a shadow. I’ve broken into your home and stolen your things- jewelry, perfumes so I can smell your scent, pictures so I can remember you. A shrine on my wall built solely around you’re perfection. I’m positive you’ll be flattered when you see it. I have a wooden table below it- a alter with some strands of honey blonde hair from your brush.

The streets are dark. You finally turn your head to the left, right but you should be looking behind you. I creep up silently, nary is a sound made.

“I’ll never hurt you. Just let me love you.”

I had actually PLANNED for it to be a joke between a guy and a girl. He was going to be teasing her about what he would do if he was stalking her or something but I decided to leave it like this instead when there was no way to make the ending make sense. It was written in about 15 minutes. 

Excerpt to the NANO Story

So a little setting up I suppose is in order. This short piece is an excerpt that I posted on the CampNANO site. It features Rose talking to the live audience about herself, and her fear of water and why she has that fear and then she delves into the reason they are all there before it shifts over to the actual story where she meets Conner for the first time. Conner turned into a bit of a potty mouth that I was not expecting at all. Luckily it's only inside it's head, sadly it's 1st person story. 

Now I am going to be back to writing Conner chatting up the dead in school, or at least being chatted to by the dead.

Is it weird that I have a complete and utter fear of really deep water? It's got to be irritional right? I mean here I am the bearer of the Water Element and I personally can't stand it. I mean I love the rain and I am okay with taking a bath or shower but if you get me near the ocean my body sort of freezes up and a panic sets in. I can't get in pools unless they are shallow, and I mean in the sense that it's not rising above my damn waist thank you very much. I think being the water element is some sort of cosmic joke. I wasn't even always afraid of water but after an accident when I was younger it sort of just happened. 

JUNE CAMPNANO

Guys, Guys, Guys! It's Camp NANO time for June. Like the weird person that I am I decided I am not only going to do NANO in November I am also going to do it in June, and again in August because I like I torturing myself.

So I decided to go the NANO Rebel route this year and I started on my story 3 days early. Between my classes, getting read to move to Ohio, and then having to drive back and forth to Atlanta (Ugh, 4 hour car trip) I figure I could use the extra days. I'm going to try to make it fair by ending 3 days early, and instead of shooting for 50K I am going for 75K this time around.

I'm loving the story so far though. I'm about 3K into it. It's with 5 different POV though Conner comes in mid-story. It starts off with them in a shrink office being interviewed before a live audience about who they are, and what they do. I think something bad happens and now the world knows that people who powers exit. I'm loving it though, and all there faults. It'll be interesting to see how I bring 5 kids from different circles together.

4 Minutes

It take about 4 minutes (or the entire length of The Frays "Look After You") to pretty much rip off every story known to man that features either super heroes, or teenagers with the power over the elements. Which because I am using a cliche plot I'm not to worried about... I suppose? I'm taking the idea and making it my own anyways.


Thousands of years ago it is said that the Earth was split into 4 different kingdoms- Earth, Fire, Air, and Water. Reigning over those Kingdoms was the embodiment of Spirit who was said to unite the 4 kingdoms in the time of it's greatest needs. All was peaceful in the lands until one day darkness fell and seem to change everything in an instant. The King of Spirit and 4 Warriors who held the power of the elements the lands stood for rose up against the evil darkness and pushed him back into the earth, sealed away for what they hoped to be forever but at a terrible cost. The King of Spirit lay dying and with it all the magic in the land. 


It changed the world forever. 


In modern day earth the world is changing though nobody knows it. A prophecy foretelling the return of the evil has been foretold and in the earths greatest hour of need 5 will arise who bear the power to destroy him once and for all. 

Oh ya. There my beautiful plot line and unfleshed lore for my June Camp NANO story. It's the first time I'm actually plotting and fleshing it out to a lot of detail. August I plan to wing-it and we will see what November helms.

Floozy!

In which I REALLY love Aiden. He's totally straight. I mean, seriously. He was going to start out as a lithe figure and then I decided most of my characters are always skinny so I made him slightly pudgy but not a whole lot. He knows he's somewhat over weight but doesn't care much as he has a healthy love for food and tends to gain it in the summer time when he's overly lazy. In the winter time he'll shed 30 pounds. Probably. 

My new goal in life BTW is to post a new writing every day. Just snippets of what I am working on to keep working on it. We'll see how this goes. It'll all rough draft though as this is only the first draft of the story I am working on at the moment. 

"LIES!" A voice screamed out in anger. Seele almost jumped out of her chair as a fist slammed down on the table, the drinks rattling. She wanted to die as she noticed people were staring at them. Sprite looked almost shocked. His eyes were wide in surprise and his mouth was hanging open in a small O. A saying her mom used to tell her as a kid popped into her head, something about catching flies if you kept your jaw open. Dark red hair fell around the boys face as he leaned onto the table and stared at Sprite with bright purple eyes that looked like they were ready to burst into tears. "You told me you loved me and yet here I find you with this... this... FLOOZY. Sick my ass Sprite. WHO IS SHE!"

Writing Prompt: First Meetings

So I'm laying there in bed and this whole scene just popped into my head. I had to jot it down of course.

“Did a bag of skittles throw up on your head?” Not the wisest words to say to someone upon your first meeting with them but now that the words were out there Hayden supposed he couldn’t really take them back. Besides, if you didn’t want people to ask you stupid questions like that then you shouldn’t dye your damn hair the color of a rainbow. 

Hehehe.

Taste the Rainbow. His mother would be so proud of him right now. He was living up to her expectations with his childish amusements.

The door slams on his face without so much as a warning but it doesn't really surprise Hayden. He sighs and settles down on the floor. It was going to be a long night.

First meetings couldn’t have gone better.

Figments

So I have a character in my NANO named Keir who was a Seer back on there world of Gaia. When Keir came to the human realm of Earth the Gate Keeper, Averok, supposedly took away his ability to see the future. A side of effect of his abilities disappearing is that Keir is now seeing figments of a person who is not there, or a hallucination (but he calls it Figment).

When I first threw in that he saw a figment I wasn't thinking to much about it. I just didn't want to make him blind, and I suppose a part of me thought well if you see as much as he has you are bound to go crazy, right? Somewhere along the past 7 chapters the Figment has developed a mind of it's own and his and Keir interactions are fast becoming my favorite part of this NANO.

So this is my favorite scene so far that really shows the figment changing (excuse any errors, part of NANO is not being able to edit your story whatsoever until the end of November when you have written the 50K words)

“What do you see?”

“I see disaster.” Says the little boy as he stares straight ahead at the wall in front of him, a blank look on his face and in his golden colored eyes. He was only about 10 at the time and his father had came to his room demanding answers to some question. He couldn’t remember it but the outcome was clear as day. Disaster for all.

“Where?” His father stressed urgently. The little boy turned to him and shrugged in answer. It was so simple. What did he mean where, could he not see the answer. “Where Keir, tell me.”

“Everywhere.” He breathed. “I see a disaster everywhere.”

Keir woke up with a gasp, the words of his child self still fresh in his mind. His father had stormed angrily out of the room declaring his visions faulty. He told everyone that he had been a bad seer, a curse from the gods for trying to learn to much. The words had stung at the time, and Keir started to doubt himself. His mother had turned it around though. She always managed to instill some sort of faith in Keir. She believed in him no matter how odd his visions sounded to everyone else. Best yet, she didn’t care that he could see the future. It was just another ability, like any other, to her.

Keir closed his eyes to the memory and took a breath of air. The dream faded from his mind as the breath was exhaled and he was ready for the rest of the day, wherever it lead him to. So he pushed himself to sit up and got off the couch. At some point while he was sleeping someone, probably Eire since Delyth was still out, had gotten him clothes and laid them out on the coffee table in front of the couch. He picked the clothes and made his way to bathroom down the hall.

He held the shirt out in front of him. It wasn’t anything real fancy or special. It was gray with black vertical stripes on the bottom and had long sleeves. He pulled off the tattered white shirt he was wearing and attempted to not look at himself. It was hard though with a mirror right in front of him. His stomach looked like it was caving in upon itself, with his ribs poking out from under the skin. He looked pale, paler then he had ever looked before and his arms were almost like sticks with meat on them. He quickly put the long sleeved shirt on to hide the skinny figure and then slipped on his jeans with his eyes closed. He threw his old clothes in the trash, there was no saving them.

It felt like he was throwing away an old part of his life, his world and he felt little remorse at the idea. It was out with the old and in with the new, and the new would be better. Know one knew him here, he could start over and have a chance at the freedom he always dreamed of.

“’Bout time, no offense dude but all this mopin’ about was gettin’ a little old.” If only those figments would disappear. “I’ma part of you, there no way to make me disappear until you realize what you missin’.”

“I’m not missing anything.”

“Well, no you sure ain’t missin’ it a bit.” The figment agreed as he walked up to stand behind Keir. He looked like him and yet wasn’t. Every time he appeared it seemed like he involved into his own person. His tone had changed into a slang that you heard more in the deeper part of the forests, and his appearance no longer resembled Keir completely. Where once he had blond hair it was no a pure black, and his golden eyes where a dark crimson. He was fuller in body, and not half starved.

Keir turned his head away from the mirror and the figment. It hurt to look, it made him real and him being real made Keir insane.

NANO 2011

We all end up running from something at one point or another in our lives. The only difference is what we are running from. Our world is torn apart by war, the light rules it with an iron fist and kills anyone who stands against them. So we ran away, and we ran fast. We traveled across the universe to another world entirely, were we try to fit in among the humans.

The problem is that you can't run forever, and sooner or later the thing you are running from is going to find you.

The awesome idea behind my NANO this year. I don't know normally pick out themes or anything, but I was listening to Pandora and a song about running popped up and it sort of clicked and solidify the idea I already had about running away into something bigger. I'm going to attempt 3rd Person, and stick with it if it kills me. I have 4 characters somewhat planned. 2 Girls, and 2 Guys. I want more characters then that. 

I don't think they all really run away together, but some how they sort of end up in the some place by some design of fate. The story is actually going to need planning and that pretty much kills me because I hate planning things. We'll see how it goes I suppose. I am excited for it though. It's kind of like... my first bout of CAMP NANO. I was excited for my story, and it came out pretty good in the end. 

I am sticking with my theme of writing about things no one else wants to ever write about in stories. 

My first two babies that I have a concrete idea about is Jolyon and Delythi. Both are arranged to be married to the other, but neither wants the marriage to go through. They are good friends but realize it'll never be anything more.

Jolyon is a bit genderfluid, I think that is the term I want. He's biologically a boy, he's comfortable for the most part being a boy. Some days he wakes up though and just feels like a girl. 

Del.. crap. I got them mixed up. Ashtyn is the one he is in an arrange marriage with, or he was suppose to be. I might change it now. 

Well, Del is on the run from Hunters because she supposedly murder someone... high up... in the light court. Yes, Yes I am plotting this as I type this out. That is how my brain works. 

I think this other character, Keir, might be my Seer who is slowly slipping into madness. Him or Brendan. He's running away from his abilities. I'm not sure how this will work yet. I need to plot them further. 

Don't Make Me (Smile)

Don't make me smile,
It sends me into flutters,
I'm nervous when your around,
Tripping over words I knew how to say earlier,

Don't make me smile,
When you do the ice melts,
My heart starts beating,
The feelings start returning,

Don't make me smile,
Then I start to laugh,
The heart starts hurting,
I can't take my one-sided feelings,

I stand here and I beg you,
Don't make me smile.




Ya, I don't even know where this one came from. Every once in awhile I just get in this mood to write poetry and sadly it always comes off pretty sad. I can't write happy feelings, only the sad one. Obviously this is a poem that deals with a person who has one-sided feelings toward someone, and that person doesn't know it.

We'll go with the excuse that I was channeling either Ryn or Cameo, who are both the personalities who have dealt with one-sided feelings (Cameo's, to be fair, turned into something. Ryn's... was taboo).

Theme 6: Obsession

Theme 6: Obsession 

Pictures covered the wall completely, leaving no room on the wall for anything else, not even the paint could be seen. Ryn knew however that they had been a sky blue color. He had painted them himself upon Kandyl request. The younger hybrid wanted to be reminded of the sky, something he could never see again while he was enclosed behind these walls.

Ryn traced fingers along the pictures, sketches really. Kandyl had never left the room, could never have taken actual real photographs of the man himself. He was a shut in, afraid of the outside world and all it had to offer him. If he closed his eyes and concentrated for just a moment he could still almost see the image of him huddling in the corner, hands wrapped in his hair and tugging as he rocked back and forth on the floor. He was choking on apologies to a man who couldn't hear it.

He’d managed the drawing in a rare moment of lucidity. They were, Ryn noted, drawings of the same man. Element.

About the Piece: Obsession is Theme 6. I used a sort of What If? setting for the characters. A little background for the piece would be what if Kandyl never recovered from his friend Element killing himself. What if he never met Bayde and the wonders of alcohol?

The obsession is shown in all the pictures he draws of the man. 

Theme 1: Introductions

“We should kill your parents.” In hindsight Shiro probably took that as a clue as to the type of person Kuro was. He probably should have gone right away to get his head examine, for certainty he was going crazy. Here was standing in his room in nothing but his transformers boxers and talking to a figment of his imagination. A figment who had just stated in a way of introduction that he wanted to murder Shiro parents.

Shiro really should have been worried.

Introduction, Shiro father had always said, told a lot about a person. He believed that a timid person waited for someone else to introduce themselves first. Shiro was told early on that he was to avoid the weak and timid. Strong and confident people always asserted themselves. They gave a strong firm handshake and spoke with confidence.

Shiro had to wonder what kind of person his Father would think the figment was, probably crazy. Shiro thought he was.

“Sorry, I’m being rude. I’m not even introducing myself probably. Our father would be disappointed.” Like he had been reading Shiro thoughts, he strode forward with confidence and grabbed Shiro hand. He gave it a firm, hard shake as he beamed a wicked smile at Shiro. “I’m Kuro. The darkness to your light.”

As far as introductions went, Shiro was sure this would by far be the weirdest one he had ever encountered.

Theme Challenge

So I am challenging myself. I am taking up a 100 Theme Challenge and my goal is to put out 1 or 2 a day. The stories can be of any various lengths, even just a paragraph as long as it deals with the theme I pick for the day. I am going to make a separate page on my blog for it also with the list of all the themes.

Wish me Luck.

The Children Army

So my August NANO idea got trashed and replaced with a new one. It's set in the same world as my July NANO and the original characters are a lot older. It sort of works through a lot of time jumps. It starts with the main character Zephyr as a small child getting stolen from his home and works up to him getting rescued and adopted by Seven and Rumor from the original story I wrote last month. They have a huge personality change by the time Zephyr hits 16. I blame it on the fact they raised a broken child. It forces you to grow up.

A forewarning to anyone who reads this excerpt from the first part of the story, It's A LOT darker then what I normally write. It doesn't go into descriptive details however. I'm trying my hand at writing a darker story, I'll probably fail.

   They were screaming. My Mother and Father both right before my very eyes. I was only 3 or 4 at time but I could remember the event clear as day. I probably remembered it better then most adults did. It was tragic, or at least it was to me. My Mother begged for mercy as a man ripped into her in the most primitive of ways. My Father had to watch. Every time he tried to close his eyes or struggle the captors would strike until he couldn’t stand any longer and then force him back up from his knee’s.

August CAMPNano

So I am partaking in CAMPNano in August also. Why? Because I like to torture myself obviously. Why else would I do it? I'm not sure I have a clear idea on what I want to do with the story yet. It's going to be tentatively called "Otherside" and it follows the character Kit who was once leader of Hardwire. Before the beginning of Rebel he was captured and you hear about him all through the story and never really see him (until possibly the end).

Other Side is his story about breaking free of building up a small force directly inside the Shadow Kings domain. They also shed more light on the Shiro and Kuro issues possibly. I'm debating on having Shiro as a small part of his group.

I want an inside man, actually as I am writing this I don't want a man at all. I want a girl. She pretends to be a man but once they get free she reveals herself to be a girl. Maybe Shady sister, which would be interesting on the Holiday front also.

It's hard plotting a side story to a story you haven't finished yet. I do have about 30 chapters so far for Rebel. 15 have been written and the others are plotted out and I know what the overall idea is behind what the bad guy is trying to do though I'm not sure how it's all going to conclude yet.

Essentially Shady is trying to steal the light, which is basically Shiro. Shiro was born of pure light, and his opposite was manifested in Kuro who is nothing but shadows.

I think if he gets the light in the box the shadows will roam free and he wants it. Mind you all he got was a highly pissed of Kuro who wants someone to "fix" Shiro who is fading or something. I haven't worked out the kinks in what is going on with Shiro and Kuro yet, only that Kuro is going insane from a lack of Shiro who isn't physically there.

It'll all work itself out though.

Sinking

HOLIDAY PIECE on the CAMPNANO front. A little bit more depressing then the other. Holiday accidentally looses control of his hunger and hurts "Moon" and Song.

It’s easy to fall back into the hold habits. They’re all we ever know really know in the end. A girl with a sickness stops eating, because the food always makes her ill. She’ll feel better if she doesn’t eat. Just enough to sustain her life. A man who has been injured can’t handle the pain of it all, and he takes his pills until he can no longer feel anything at all. He’ll keep taking them even when the pain is gone, afraid it’ll come back again to haunt him.

The Naked Scene

Haha, I wrote my new favorite scene today for CampNANO. Sun learned something about Seven today, and I find it oddly humorous for some reason that it's Seven who would sleep naked. He also has no problem with nudity really. It doesn't bother him, and he sort of looks at it in an artistic fashion. I suppose because he gets no reaction from it, he doesn't find it embarrassing.

Neon lights flashing in bright green over and over again alerting me to the fact that yes, yes it was 6:30 in the morning. Right around the time better known as the ‘ass crack of dawn’ and ya, someone was actually having the courage to knock on my door. A brave person that. The last person who had dared to knock on my door in this joint had taken an alarm clock to the head and learned to not do that again. Granted, if they hadn’t actually of had the sense to enter my room in the first place their head would of been safe and sound.

Rumor hadn’t liked that logic though when I argued it with him and told me to not throw things at people again. I raised my arm in the air as best I could considering it felt heavy and sluggish and waved it around in a lazy manner. I wasn’t exactly sure I managed to conjure up in terms of illusions but I knew it must of worked when I heard the short shout of ‘Motherfucker’ coming from my doorway in what seemed like Sun’s tone of voice. I smiled to myself as I snuggled into my pillows content that maybe I would get some more sleep.

No such luck. Sun was to not be deterred by the illusion. I felt it melt away as much as I felt the cold from the chill morning air as my covers were ripped off my bed. I shouted a little as I flailed out arms and grabbed the edge of the covers just before they were out of my grasp.

“You sleep naked?” Of all the stupid things to ask this earlier in the morning. I gave the covers a vicious yank and they slipped out of Sun fingers without much protest. I wrapped them around my body to cover myself up and away from the cold as I shot him a mean glare.

“Of course I sleep naked. I hate the feeling of anything on me as I’m trying to sleep.” There nothing worse then the feel of clothing clinging to your body as you try to lay there sleeping, especially if it’s hot. Then the close tended to stick, which was even worse. Frankly, Sun had gotten lucky. Some days I slept without covers.

“… Things I could of lived without seeing.” Was all he said as he put his hands up in the air and made a strange symbol.

“Are you warding away the sight?”

“I’m trying to, it’s not working.” 

That Point

There comes a point for me in writing where I completely loose control of what I want (I like to pretend I had control at some point) and the characters completely take over. I've pretty much reached that point. I've been listening to Skylar Grey "Dance Without You" on repeat and it reminds me of Kuro and Shiro a little bit, except Kuro doesn't want to be without Shiro, or break free or anything.

BUT they came to the forefront and said "Hey, pay us some attention." and of course I needed some evil bad guys for a scene...

Guess who's getting used?

I'm swinging it that Kuro is completely and utterly lost control of himself and has taken over Shiro without meaning to, so he's going on a rampage and the Shadow King is using him knowing this.

Then HOLIDAY as I am writing decides he DOES have powers that he could use if he's desperate but is not suppose to, and the thought: Holiday is going to use his Shadow Powers and loose control, comes to my mind.

I have no control.

Why do I even pretend.

But this is why I love writing. Being surprised myself at how this story is going to unfold and what my characters are going to do. This is why I don't plan, and I just write off the top of my head most of the time.

Camp NANO

So I am doing Camp NANO in both July and August. I had to pull an idea out of my ass because I only realized it started in July the last day of June.

It's... well the setting is a Rebel Base Camp. It's a group of people trying to take down the Shadow King. I switch POV every chapter between the MC. Or at least 3 of them at the moment. I wrote my new favorite scene yesterday.

Day 2 was… more eventful. Aion and I were both more awake for day 2, and antsy. My legs were restless in the back of the car and I kept having to shift and move around. Aion had to pee. A lot.

“Someone take away her water bottle.” Note complained as I snatched the said bottle away from her. She glared hotly at me as she smacked the back of my head and took the water bottle back. I winced and rubbed the back of my head and promptly told Note he could take it away next time.

Order had been restored for the moment, until I got bored. I’d glanced at Note in the front seat, and he glanced back and me eyebrow raised in askance and I did it. I started to bellow out the words to the most annoying song ever on a car ride.

“99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer. You take one day and pass it around 98 bottles of beer on the wall…” Note picked up the second verse.

“98 bottles of beer on the wall, 98 bottles of beer. You take one down and pass it around, 97 bottles of beer on the wall…” It sadly kept going like this until we got to 89. By the time we got to 89 Rumor had begun a full out twitch fest in the front seat. I’m not sure I could blame him. Aion had her head buried in her arms and I’m not sure if she had been laughing or crying, probably both.

‘Note and I were not singers, not even close. While he was slightly on key with the song; I was way off (sort of on purpose). The car sort of did a swerve off the road and stopped. Rumor turned around so he could see us both and glared.

If looks could of killed…

Well, Hardwire would off been without an illusionist.

“If you both don’t shut the fuck up with that song, I am going to duct tape your mouth together. DO YOU HEAR ME.”

“Yes sir.” We chorused. I did a semi-mock salute and if possibly Rumor frowned harder.