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.