WRITING A STORY - A Walk-Through of the ProcessWelcome to my little experiment—I mean, my writing walk-through. I seem to be compulsively long-winded, but I'm going to try really hard to be concise and not bore you all.WRITING A STORY - A Walk-Through of the Process in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The purpose of this walk-through is to show the development of a short story manuscript from start to finish. Unlike books that talk about how to write stories, this walk-through will show you a real example from start to finish. This also means, you get to be there as I encounter infamous problems, like "writer's block", lack of time (OMG, help!), and perhaps even plot holes.
I think it behooves me to predict the basic plan. This will give you some idea of what will be covered and whether it will be worth your time to follow my project. However, keep in mind I haven't started any of it, so this is practically guaranteed to change as I go. I do not know how long it will take. I can usually crank out a short story in two weeks, but this extra narration will slow the process down. Here's to hoping it's done by C
The Finest Casket (Complete Story)The chandlers, grocers, butchers, clothiers, and every other merchant in Chantsville was yelling in the streets outside the shop where I was studiously working. Their ruckus combined with the bleats and squawks of livestock wandering underfoot, creating a bustling racket that would drive the unfamiliar ear to distraction.The Finest Casket (Complete Story) in Short Stories More Like This
I was used to the noise, however, and I was so engrossed in my work that I would have sworn the world was silent save for the sound of my chisel biting into the cedar box before me. Delicate curls fell from my worktable, collecting in small drifts upon the dirt floor.
I stopped to wipe sweat from my face. The pause gave me a moment to step back and survey my work.
Yes, the casket was coming along beautifully. I had mitered the joints meticulously. I had planed it smooth as glass before tracing out the panels on each side. I had spent days, chisel in hand, carving the scenes into the wood, and the entire workshop smelled strongly of cedar.
It was almost done, and the c
Love Thy Enemy (What It Means to Me)Cause harm out of maliceLove Thy Enemy (What It Means to Me) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You are my enemy
For you, I wish happiness
As you would not find it
Without first doing good
Cause harm out of ignorance
You serve my enemy
For you, I wish knowledge
As you would not find it
Without then choosing right
Cause harm out of confusion
You aid my enemy
For you, I wish understanding
As you would not find it
Without also finding truth
Cause harm out of past err
You were my enemy
For you, I wish redemption
As you will not find it
Without returning a hero
I shed no tears for you
No pity for the self-ruined
I will fight you if I must
I will fight to my dying breath
To counter harm with good
But I live for the day:
You see why you are that way
You find the answers you lack
You discover certainty in truth
You earn your own forgiveness
For don't you see, it must be love
If all I want is for you to find
The greatest treasures in the world
You are only my enemy now
Because you lost them then
You were once an ally, once loved
FFM - July 12, 2013 - Trip to the Museum". . . and this is the pièce de résistance of Doctor Elbert Leviticus, the masterpiece of his many inventions." Mrs. Lavender Dimpledon adjusted her monocle as she gestured grandly to the jetpack behind her. She was our governess. She took her job seriously.FFM - July 12, 2013 - Trip to the Museum in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My sister Esther and I stared, awestruck. Its brass dials shined like gold, adorning steel fuel tanks that gleamed under the museum lighting. My nose detected whiffs of polish and oil.
Our seven-year-old brother, Samuel, gave it only an admiring glance. His mind was on the zeppelin the museum exhibition had touted. He hadn't shut up about it all week.
"Called the Titus, its fuel tanks weigh so much, the energy required to keep the device and its wearer aloft depletes the fuel rapidly." Mrs. Dimpledon waved a cream-colored glove at the next item in the exhibit. "Compare it to his successor's design."
Esther nudged an elbow into my ribs, whispering, "What I wouldn't give to take that for a whirl!"
I nodded in agreement, giving
WRITING A STORY - 2. Pre-Writing (Character)CHARACTER DESIGNWRITING A STORY - 2. Pre-Writing (Character) in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I love my characters. Just as I consider people to be the most important part of our universe, I consider my characters to be the most important part of their universe. I write for them, live through them, and give them stories so that they may live and grow. Am I sappy about my characters? Oh yes.
(Don't laugh—if you are sappy about your characters, it will give you tremendous incentive to keep writing and to do them justice.)
Another thing about characters—if you can make your reader feel for them, love them, and generally get all sappy about them, too, then you're in luck. Why? Because that means they have fans, and what do fans do? They gush about their interests to their buddies, slap fan art all over the internet, and buy sequels. What's more, they are people who you were able to entertain and maybe bring a smile to.
First, though, you have be your own fan. If you don't love your characters, you're asking a lot for someone else to love the
FFM - July 19, 2013 - The Room on the Bottom FloorDear Sir,FFM - July 19, 2013 - The Room on the Bottom Floor in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I have been most disappointed with the way I have been treated while staying at your establishment. My room does not have its own thermostat, nor even a window, and the heat is unbearable. This is entirely unacceptable. If this is how you treat a prestigious lawyer, I cannot imagine what the regular riff-raff must have to put up with.
Furthermore, I would like to lodge a complaint against your employee, one “Miles.” He wouldn’t give me a last name—which I think says something about the level of professionalism among your staff. When I implied that I was strongly considering taking my business elsewhere, he had the audacity to laugh at me.
Given the appalling quality of service I have had to endure, I believe some form of compensation is in order.
Oswald Alexander Humphries, LL.B.
I am pleased to hear your review of my hospitality! My minions prepared your room just for you, and I'm glad you have found it in
WRITING A STORY - 2. Pre-Writing (Refine Plot)REFINING YOUR PLOTWRITING A STORY - 2. Pre-Writing (Refine Plot) in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In case you aren't predicting the pattern yet, I'll just come out and say it:
Rewrite what you have again. From scratch. This time, try to think about it in terms of events and scenes, and beginning, middle, end.
(I'll admit, I'm not on my "A" game right now. My mind is on Gunnar's Guns, which I was editing for the last three hours, and it's getting kind of late. I'm not fond of juggling tasks, but I did bring this upon myself. I'll do my best.)
Aeron dies saving her sister
We knew this already, but now I make myself answer the important question: how? I usually grab the first solution that sounds good.
from the hooves of a reckless rider's horse.
I thought this would work well, because when she dies, Aeron will be furious with the rider, and if her anger agitates the horse, this will be a clue to her later on that she can be sensed, that she can have an effect.
However, before I even wrote it out, I realized I can't use it. The
WRITING A STORY - 2. Pre-Writing (POV and Tense)POINT OF VIEW AND TENSEWRITING A STORY - 2. Pre-Writing (POV and Tense) in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Dagnabbit! I forgot to mention that you'll need to figure out which narrative mode you're telling this story from. You may already know these well, but just in case we have any beginners or confusion, here are the different narrative modes:
I went to the story and bought myself a plum.
You went to the story and bought yourself a plum.
She went to the story and bought herself a plum.
Choose a narrative mode for your story.
If you want a full explanation of narrative modes (and tons of reading), check out Wikipedia's article. If you just want a quick explanation, see below.
Consider that first-person allows puts you in a more intimate position with the character. It also allows you to hide stuff from your reader, like your character's name, appearance, gender, etc. Some stories, like T
Knight's Honor (About)Knight's Honor is a sweeping tribute to stubborn girls with an even more stubborn notion of honor. Strength and purity have a champion in young Kree, as she faces down fears, weaknesses, temptations, and her own fate.Knight's Honor (About) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dumped outside a tavern at birth, Kree starts life in the gutters, fated to die in them as well. A mercenary takes her in, but as soon as her color-shifting eyes are discovered, she quickly learns she is a Shadowdancerone of the cursed descendants of an infamous thief. While this grants her uncanny abilities of thievery, it also earns her the hatred of everyone who finds out her bloodline.
By the age of seven, Kree has been orphaned, watched her foster father killed, lived on the streets by stealing, and lost her only friend. She has been placed on a path to a life of crime and misery, but events lead her to realize she wants no part of that life.
When she turns her back on her heritage and vows to become a great knight, she must eventually face a choice: liv
WRITING A STORY - 3. Writing (Beginning)THE BEGINNINGWRITING A STORY - 3. Writing (Beginning) in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Sweet holy beans of awesome-sauce, we're finally getting to the good part!
Authors, editors, and instructors will tell time after time how important the first few pages of a story are. They will tell you how important it is to hook the reader, let the reader know what to expect, and get into the conflict in the first few pages.
Well, they are right. But that's not how it works on Deviant Art.
You don't get a few pages. As of the time of this writing, you get about 300 characters (including spaces). If those 300 characters are strong enough to inspire a browsing viewer to mouse over your thumbnail, you get 650 character (including spaces). That's about eight sentences, maybe. That's all you get, so you better make them count.
Literature on Deviant Art gets the short end of the stick, as I delineated in The Disadvantages of Writing.
Even if you are planning on submitting to a publisher or agent, it can't hurt to make the
Von3991 Title PoemDepression,Von3991 Title Poem in Free Verse More Like This
How I feel
I miss you.
I could be
Addicted to you.
Do you remember
The first time I saw you?
Why can't I be
If tomorrow never came.
Maybe one day
I will return to you.
To YouTo the girl that wants to be a boyTo You in Free Verse More Like This
Looking in the mirror
She sits thinking
Here's to the boy
Lost in the world
Everything is broken
Pills and cuts
Still don't feel
For the girl that writes a lot
Endlessly she waits
Poem for you
Can you see?
We all bleed
I love you
Gone ForeverTeardropsGone Forever in Free Verse More Like This
Darkness setting in
Welcome to my world
Never underestimate the pain of a person
The last moment
Death Changes PeopleDear Mom,Death Changes People in Free Verse More Like This
I need you here
You said you'd always be here
To see you one more time
Too much to bear
Death changes people
I'm SorryDear Mom,I'm Sorry in Free Verse More Like This
Behind the blackness of my eyes
Too much to bear
On the edge
Don't want to feel anymore
Everything reminds me of her
Love hurts too much
Bleed it out
Why should I keep fighting?
What's this life for?
I fade away
I Wish You Could TellI love you so muchI Wish You Could Tell in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
More than anyone before
I wish you could tell
DreamingInSpace Title PoemDepressedDreamingInSpace Title Poem in Free Verse More Like This
Tears of sorrow
Slit my wrist
An empty body
Walking among the living
Nothing FunNo electronics. Nothing fun.Nothing Fun in Free Verse More Like This
No time out in the sun.
Nothing for me to do.
Public phone to contact you.
Would be visitors aren't near.
There's nothing to do here.
So bored in this place.
Everyone has a blank face.
It makes me want to shout.
I can't wait until I get out.
HeatherHeatherHeather in Free Verse More Like This
I've been dreaming about you
I love you
Everything about you
I thought you loved me
I should have known
Just friends, only friends
Stab a knife through my heart
My glass heart
Maybe I should hate you
I could never hate you
I still love you
You deserve better than me
Goodbye, my almost lover
New DayWake up to a new day.New Day in Free Verse More Like This
My depression has faded away.
My life seems brand new.
Don't know what first to do.
I can't believe how I feel.
I didn't know how quick I'd heal.
Take a look around me.
Decide how everything should be.
You have the power to do,
Anything that you want to.
Church with the Rev. GoodnightHow long to write a poem?Church with the Rev. Goodnight in Free Verse More Like This
Took us two long years -
greatly loved and promised
too many times
that all is self sacrifice,
all incredible sadness,
longing to speak words
among peers, the people
we did not know.
Cared for strength
is all we had.
You know it better than I,
now secure on a Sunday,
in full charge of one's self,
looking to possible futures
and friends asking
the weathers and the whys
we did not even know existed -
we two together.
Dedicated to Ryan Dale who took this particular journey with me! Welcome home!
MorningWhen faithMorning in Free Verse More Like This
DanceI dreamed I loved youDance in Free Verse More Like This
all my life
never quite arriving,
a confusing journey.
We are the same -
foot in the water -
too hot, too cold
instead of plunging
as all sane beings
We tiptoe around
skip to this rhyme
to its tune?
In the WorldAs longIn the World in Free Verse More Like This
as you are
in the world,
I can be brave.
If I am
in your thoughts
I can be happy.
my man -
Once, you said
into your life -
no strife -
I can exist.
Close to the heartWhat isClose to the heart in Free Verse More Like This
to the heart
it is hours
to shore -
And what is
Untitled VerseThere is not a placeUntitled Verse in Free Verse More Like This
I would not show you
in all of my ordinary world...
Not one blade of grass,
not one solitary Starling,
not one fiery sunset
should be lost -
All of this
tied up to you somehow.
This was daytime
and I was alone.
Now, it is night.
There is not one bright star
or near winter constellation
I would not keep for you
or put it in your hands.
There is not one spot
in my shadowy corners
where you can not shine your light-
all there - my deepest thoughts,
my darkest designings,
my sweetest dreams - all there,
all tied up to you somehow.
In the light of day,
in university halls
and lofty institutions -
high minded men
write their books
or recite their poems,
educate us to think
and to show our brothers
that we are humans
of the finest sort.
There is not one
of their thoughts
I can show you -
not one of their philosophies
which may apply...
Hear them and wonder
Charity is good
for men's souls.
Faith can move
But love -
Love can spin
ColorsAt the endColors in Free Verse More Like This
of oppressive life,
one more thing
left to be done
One more thing
as you forsake
and reach out...
for the sun,
Color of laughter.
Color of love.
Color of water
and crimson skies...
from this world
When it's WinterAnd now,When it's Winter in Free Verse More Like This
in your eyes.
It used to beIt used to beIt used to be in Free Verse More Like This
in the morning
to feel your touch-
no, your essence
wash over me.
It gave me joy,
gave me courage
for the hard day
No more. No more.
Used to be
to hear your voice,
no, not your voice -
what I would imagine
I am yours.
Used to be...
No more. No more.
And at night,
away from bright lights -
are you awake?
I could feel
in that sad,
little house of
I don't know
Used to be...
Starcrossed || Eleven"Not all of us are monsters." He answered. As she cradled his index finger to her face, his thumb naturally crept to her shoulder, brushing the delicate curves that her space suit had concealed.Starcrossed || Eleven in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The rain sizzled as it hit the pavement in a constant deluge. At first he could hardly hear anything but his own breathing, so entranced by the new sensation built between them. But suddenly, he heard everything: the rain, the water dripping from the sink, the air circulating from the vent overhead, Elise's breathing hitching as his other fingers unfurled...
Jared gently pulled his hand out of her grip, forcing himself to come back to reality. She was an alien, and besides that she was never coming back after he got her away. The bed creaked slightly as he stood up, pacing over to the stocked fridge. He usually never bought food at a hotel, but nothing about the last 12 hours had been usual for him. Might as well.
"We're stuck inside until the rain stops. Hungry?" Glass clinked as he pulled out
Sharing SteamPeace. Quiet. Underwater, all noises above were muted. Running low on oxygen, Jon pushed off the bottom of the pool and surfaced. He sucked in oxygen and slicked his hair back off of his face.Sharing Steam in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was the last day of summer. Not according any calendar persay, but Jon could feel it in the air. That conclusion to the heat, the bittersweet spirals of leaves soon to hibernate in their array of colors.
Cliff was laying out on one of the chairs, getting some sun under his mirrored sunglasses. They were celebrating their latest victory (killing a vampire-infected jackal in the West Virginia woods) by taking advantage of the fact that their motel had a pool. Celebrating didn't usually manifest itself in such a way for them, but having Sylvia had changed their routine a bit. For the better, in Jon's opinion.
The pool itself was small, and had a few leaves floating around the deep end, but no one came out there. Probably because most of the motel's patrons were ladies of the night. It
Paperthin Hymn: EpilogueChristian stirred the vegetable mixture in the skillet and lowered the temperature to a simmer. The savory smell still carried into the office/studio space in the room adjacent, where boxes were currently stacking up slowly but surely. The windows were always open at least an inch or two these days. More, if the weather was permitable. Angel statuettes were gathered up in careful hands and wrapped up in layer upon layer of tissue paper. Despite their falling out, Natasha had come through with those clients who wanted his work. It was a huge blessing that one of them happened to fall in love with his angel series and rush order nearly half of the entire stock. He was in a good mood. Today was a Thursday night. Cadence said she would come tonight.Paperthin Hymn: Epilogue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Humming to herself, Cadence folded her wings and easily landed on a windowsill. She breathed a soft, contented sigh as she looked through the window and smiled. It was impossible to stand here and not think of the rainy day she had first stood
Paperthin Hymn Ch.10Chris entered to a dark apartment. The TV flickered wedding images, but by the looks of it, Cadence had long since been asleep. Probably bored to tears...Paperthin Hymn Ch.10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A few years back, coming home with sandwiches meant his wife had come to a conclusion about something in his absence. For instance: "I want to have a baby!" Or "I forgive you." Or "Yes, I'll be okay about you canceling our date- if you bake me cookies."
Tonight was different; Cadence was silent. She was asleep.
Christian pursed his lips at her endearing sight. Putting the bag in the fridge, he gingerly gathered her limp body into his hands. He folded her wings the way he had seen her do by pushing carefully with a single finger. Whether she was mad at him or not, it didn't matter; he wasn't going to let her sleep on the table. What kind of a person would he be, much less a husband?
"It's okay, honey..." He knew she couldn't hear him. But it made him feel better all the same.
Capitol City || Chapter 2Penelope stood dignified with her arms crossed, hair swept up and contained. She favoured a more casual attire but her fire remained. Stepping down from her throne via a long set of steps she approached her son.Capitol City || Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Three times this week alone. Three times, Gabriel Akil!"
She scolded. Though her son stood taller than she, no one messed with the queen unless they wished for a verbal lashing.
"Actually four, if you count the barber's shop window."
Gabriel assumed a semi-reverent posture at the foot of the staircase. Sometimes, he could get his mother to crack a smile when she was supposedly mad at him. But today didn't seem like one of those days. He eyed the empty throne to his mother's left with relief. His dad rarely raised his voice as much as Pen, but even still... Gabriel had begun to feel a little awkward around his dad lately.
"Gabriel, I'm serious. You're becoming a man and you need to start treating your situation accordingly. Marking of campaign signs and the walls of
Starcrossed || ThreeWhen the absolutely massive, suited assistant entered the room, Elise almost lost her nerve. He was giant even compared to other giants. She made herself look away, instead keeping her attention on Secretary Ambron, even as the man was sent to find Jared and Kaye. She was silently grateful that they'd be coming back.Starcrossed || Three in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Once she was briefly alone in the room with the Secretary, Elise gave the woman a polite bow, dipping her body a little lower than she'd done before. She didn't have room to take chances here. "Pleased to meet you, Secretary. My name is Elise."
She spared the other door one glance; that was where she assumed the others would return soon. "I am impressed and grateful for the response time here. I was greeted very quickly after my landing." Suddenly she was so glad that she hadn't cowered or run away from Kaye and Jared when they showed up. No doubt that would make her look weak, and standing over her was a woman whom she hoped would never
Babies won't sleepChristian's sound sleep was a much needed blessing. He hadn't been as bad off as Cadence but... Adjusting to having two infants in your home was always rough. Particularly when those infants are roughly 3/4 of an inch long. It was surprisingly easy to get them to fall asleep with him. Cadence said it was the vibrations of his voice or something. But getting them to go BACK to sleep... That was another story. Around a crisp 3am, Melody stirred in her cradle on the nightstand. The fussing turned into full on wails within moments, demanding parental attention. Unfortunately, she was too small to wake Christian up from his much-needed sleep.Babies won't sleep in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cadence blinked awake, her blue eyes slowly adjusting to the soft glow of the four light spells that dimly lit the ceiling above and around the nightstand. She took in a deep breath, trying to find the strength to roll over and stand up. But she still couldnt force herself to stand after a several more breaths. She was just...exhausted. Her, Chris, and
Capitol City || Chapter 1Perhaps it was the flowers which had attracted her attentions, ones that her reclusive xenophobic kin feared to so much as look upon. She could guess why. The giants that lived in this area were much more terrifying than the humans who scared fae kind already something terrible.Capitol City || Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But Ilya was curious to a fault, often to the point where finding out about something took precedence over fear or common sense.
A winged ball of blue light flitted from flower to lovely flower, drinking in the scents and giving them a little bit of her magic. She had to say that Bergen's royal gardens were almost as pretty as the ones she knew back home.
It was boing with Meg gone. The Kaufners were gone on a year-long voyage around the country. Sometimes, Gabriel got short messages or drawings from her with leaves or flowers pressed for him. But while she was off exploring exciting new places, he was stuck in Bergen doing tutoring.
It was a hot afternoon, but the ten year old loved nature far
Shot in the Dark|| Chapter SevenNightfall couldn't come soon enough. Sylvia expertly navigated through the forest floor, though her craving for flight was becoming more overwhelming the longer she went without it. She did double-takes every minute, making sure Hazel hadn't followed this time.Shot in the Dark|| Chapter Seven in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She stopped when she noticed the book lying on the ground, forgotten. Scooping it into her arms and holding it close, she looked around.
"Jon?" she called uncertainly
A towering silhouette was suddenly separate from the neighboring tree. He was alone, by the looks of it. His familiar shape folded into a crouched position, hand outstretched.
"Here." He whispered.
Relieved, she strolled forward and climbed onto his hand without hesitation. After another quick glance around, she looked up at him.
"Where's Cliff?" she asked, falling into a seated position on his palm.
The warmth his skin provided was matched by the chill of the evening air.
"In the car." He said, holding her at chest level and keeping an eye
Paperthin Hymn Ch. 15For a moment after they left, Christian had just stood there, staring at the point in space. Then he scrambled for the computer, impatiently jamming the keyboard with hasty strokes as he typed in his phone company information and logged into track his own phone. He was worried at first- the signal was non existent. He kept refreshing the page and soon enough, it honed in on the location. He stared at the coordinates. Wasn't too far from here really...Paperthin Hymn Ch. 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The apartment felt so empty... The normal sounds of everyday life going on outside seemed crushing; stifling the possibility that his wife really was a fairy. But he knew it was real... But it didn't stop the feeling of utter confusion and loneliness that crept in that night. His hand slid across the empty pillow and faltered. He picked up the tiny scrap of cloth in the dark. 'Her little skirt... Cadence must have left it behind.' Chris thought groggily. He swept it up to his face like it was her. It smelled like flowers and earth.
The Licensed Mage, Pt. 1The Licensed Mage, Pt. 1 in Short Stories More Like This
Claire’s fingers played with the items in her pockets as nerves tried to take over. This was the first job she would have after getting her license and she was understandably nervous. She worked before, it was how she was able to pay her way through Training, but that was always at her own pace with no one looking over her shoulder at how well her control was. She watched as the shop foreman raised a finger indicating a minute as he finished talking to a worker.
“He’ll be with you in a minute, just wait here.”
Claire nods and says her thanks as the fellow worker went back to his work. She was unsure of where to go once she got to the site but everyone she asked for help was so nice and gladly pointed her towards the foreman. She was at a remote field where the local construction company was expanding their Wind Farm. She was nervous at wh
Can This Be A Love Story? Pt. 3 Tears nearly welt my eyes as he called me my pet name. The long nights of chatting and typing, seeing my name “babe” on the screen flashed through my mind. But nothing could compare to hearing his voice, his deep rustic voice that was tremble with some unknown feeling, calling me my name. I smiled, so bright and big I knew it touched my eyes as I placed my hand over his, tilting my head deeper into his hand.Can This Be A Love Story? Pt. 3 in Short Stories More Like This
I looked up at him with simmering eyes and whispered, “Yes.”
The breath was crushed out of my lungs as he pulled me to him, branding his mouth with mine, burning me with his hands. I swear I forgot to breathe a few times. Looking back, I wish I could say I hesitated, that the memories and thoughts of our “break-up” and his confession ran through my mind. But I think it’s more of me trying to convince myself, trying to prove to myself that I didn’t jump into his ar
Sy, Chp. 1 We find ourselves in the dismal display of what was once New York. Not much different throughout the years, only people stop caring even more. No one bothered to clean the streets or maintain them. No one bothered to fix crumbling buildings, unless they were the Boss’s. Back alleys were not whittled with bullets and bodies, junkies and prostitutes. People walk the street with weapons hidden in their clothes, purses, coats and even within their own bodies. It’s a hard world, and a harden city has turned to granite against it.Sy, Chp. 1 in Short Stories More Like This
It’s a cold miserable night as it approaches midnight and within the heart of the city people still walk about partying despite the heavy rain. An occasional gunshot echoes down the streets and not even children twitch at the sound. Towards the outskirts of the city where the wealthy live in stately mansions there is one shrouded in darkness. Following a trail of bodies and blood it leads from the fr
The Licensed Mage, Pt. 18 “Are you sure you’re ok?”The Licensed Mage, Pt. 18 in Short Stories More Like This
The guys had carried the girls outside to a bench for some fresh air in the courtyard. It was more like Dillon carried Tessa and Raven held Claire’s arm across his shoulders, helping her walk. Both women were awake and breathing more easily now as the fresh air filled their lungs and the sun warmed their backs.
“Yes Raven for the third time, I’m perfectly alright.” Claire looked up to Dillon standing beside her, “I’m so sorry to worry you D.”
From his kneeled position Raven looked Dillon up and down, seeing no emotion moving across his face. The man said barely a word and constantly looked as if he was in pain. Raven was worried about him carrying Tessa but he appeared as if a father carrying a sleeping child when they walked down the hall and even set her down on the bench with care. He had made sure Tessa
StarLight, Pt. 1 What is this?StarLight, Pt. 1 in Short Stories More Like This
The words echoed through her mind as she blinked at the blue sky.
What is this?
Turning her head she saw her hand.
Is this mine?
She tried to move her fingers but nothing happened. She had a phantom feeling of panic and yet she was not. She looked back up at the sky and took in her surroundings. The wind rustled through the trees bringing fallen leaves with it. White puffy clouds slowly trekked across the sky painting a masterpiece of blue and white. The smell of bright green grass filled her lungs as she breathed, her skin feeling alive where it touched her. She recognized everything, she knew everything and yet she knew this is the first time she’s ever seen this, isn’t it?
“Are you ok?”
A shadowed head of a young girl blocked of view of
The Immortal Blacksmith, Pt. 6 He lasted three days. Aurora was surprised he lasted at all. After the third day of playing the compliant patient Sebastian insisted he was fine and wanted to be on the road. Aurora agreed that they should stay for the rest of the week at least yet Sebastian wouldn’t hear it. Finally Nana simply told Aurora to be on their way loading Aurora’s herb pouch with more herbs and potions. Relenting Aurora agreed. She and Sebastian set out on the fourth morning walking past the children who became friends and admirers. As they crested a hill outside of the town going north Aurora turned and waved goodbye to Nana who she knew was watching. As Sebastian walked ahead of her down the hill she sighed as she watched the town feeling a familiar longing inside her.The Immortal Blacksmith, Pt. 6 in Short Stories More Like This
“Why didn’t you stay?”
Aurora turned around to see Sebastian staring up at her from the bottom of the hill. She drank in his image as the
Lurral, Pt. 20 They finally reached the exit at the end of the long tunnel, crashing into the frozen air of the high mountain. Panting heavily, everyone paused as the animals caught their breathe, looking around, trying to find where they were on the mountain. Suddenly Ciela screamed sobbing cries as she looked at the ground below them. Jeck and Carlton turned to see what it was, Carlton quickly covering the children’s eyes as he stared angry at the fires below. There below them the village they just left mere days ago was up in flames. With their Elvin eyes Carlton and Ciela saw the bodies of the villagers still on the ground, dead. Still screaming she tried to turn Jegger to the village but Jeck pinned her arms to her side, holding her tight to his chest as she screamed to let her go.Lurral, Pt. 20 in Short Stories More Like This
“What is it?! What’s going on?!”
Carlton looked down to see Skiler staring up at him from the circle of his arms against
Lurral, Pt. 29 The Horror shrieked as Ciela’s arrow aimed true in its eye. It threw its’ multiple heads back, shrieking in the air as Carlton jumped, swinging his arm wide at the creature, throwing daggers it its’ remaining eyes, blinding all but one. It swung its’ massive heads at Carlton’s direction to which Jeck ran towards the creature, swinging a massive heavy war hammer at the creature’s leg, crushing the knee, crumbling the bones.Lurral, Pt. 29 in Short Stories More Like This
Standing next to Ciela on a cresting hill Skiler and Ciela watched the battle below. Skiler was flipping through a book she purchased from a previous town they passed through as the creature howled, stumbling to the ground before its’ other seven legs could get it back up.
“Jeck’s doing a pretty good job of keeping up with Carlton isn’t he?,” she commented as Ciela pulled another arrow from her quiver across her back.
The Immortal Blacksmith, Pt. 7 Sebastian woke lying in bed snuggled under the covers. The room had fallen cold, the fire long forgotten . Something was snuggled under his arms and he was surprised to feel a chest rising and falling as she breathed. Did they sleep together all night? He opened his eyes to see Aurora’s silver ones looking directly at him. He froze as he stared into her eyes, wondering at the feeling of her in his arms. As his eyes focused he saw the light filtering through the window drapes shrouding the room in the diamond light of early winter morning. Aurora smiled at him and he swore he could see the same diamond light twinkle in her eyes making them glint like polished silver.The Immortal Blacksmith, Pt. 7 in Short Stories More Like This
He stared at her. Was there nothing awkward between them? Was he concerned about anything between them?
She got up dressed in her usual fashioned.
Lurral, Pt. 18 “Do what?”Lurral, Pt. 18 in Short Stories More Like This
Lurral watched as the dingy woman spun, effectively ignoring them as she busied herself fretting over a steaming pot. Everyone groaned and moaned as they got up, detangling themselves. They spacious room they found themselves in was carved out of the solid rock, smooth to the touch. There were cut outs along the walls used as selves with one clearly as a bed. But what commanded the first timers’ attention were the drawings surrounding the walls. They reached from the floor to the very center of the ceiling high above. Some made no sense, only stick figure doodles. Other told elaborate stories of conjure and bloodshed. But there was one that captured Lurral’s eyes.
Directly across the room from her, in the center of the far wall, was an image of a woman within a circle. Around the edges of the circle were stick figures holding hands, forming a ring. The woman had long flowing hair
ToonZ - Family Business Chapter 1Huey walked into the office and sighed loudly, catching his brothers’ attention. An arm stretched out as he reached for his cup of coffee with the other. “Aaaahh, early start on another business day, Boys,” he said with a yawn. “Nothin’ more energy drivin’ than coutin’ a few thousand dolleroos that you’ll never set your hands on and then make reports on the increase of income and shipments.” He sat down on the corner of his desk and crossed his legs. Raising his glass to his lips, he added, “Today looks like another riveting day.”ToonZ - Family Business Chapter 1 in General Fiction More Like This
“Come on, Huey, it isn’t that bad,” Duey replied with a smile as he continued to fix his computer.
“Correction; it’s worse,” Huey grumbled. “I thought workin’ with Unca Scrooge would be fun, not boring.”
“It isn’t boring all the time,” Louie noted. “At least we get three breaks a day; most of his
ToonZ - Freeze Factor Chap2“Soo, you being good for your Uncle Scrooge?”ToonZ - Freeze Factor Chap2 in General Fiction More Like This
Dudley let out a sigh and flopped down over the bed he slept in when spending the night at McDuck Mansion. He held a cordless phone in his hand—Duckworth had delivered it earlier, saying that his mother was on the line. “I dunno,” he mumbled. “Hard to tell when he’s stuck in bed with a fever of 102 degrees.” It was nearing dinner time now, and he had long ago completed his homework. He spent what time he had left playing old video games and watching television.
“Oh dear,” Daisy fussed at the other end. “I hope he gets better.”
“Yeah, maybe it’ll make this place less boring.”
“Dudley, be a dear for him; it’s not often that Uncle Scrooge gets sick. The least you can do is behave.”
Dudley turned onto his stomach. “I am behaving,” he complained. “I’m just bored out of my
ToonZ - Freeze Factor Chap1It wasn’t often that Dudley got to enjoy such different scenery on his way to McDuck Mansion. White crystals littered the ground and children of all ages were outside enjoying a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The radio announcer said that it was like this for most of South California, and more was still on its way.ToonZ - Freeze Factor Chap1 in General Fiction More Like This
Snow. Snow in South California. Only a child’s dream to see snowflakes dance to the ground in this part of the country. But what Dudley deemed the best part of it all was that the sky did not empty less than an inch this time; there was well over an inch, and it was still falling.
He regretted calling his mother crazy when she told him to pack his yellow winter coat that morning. The only time he ever took that out of the closet was when his Uncle Scrooge had plans on going up North to ski with the family.
Duckworth had hardly put the limo into parking in the mansion’s driveway when Dudley leaped out of his seat and exited the vehicle. The th
ToonZ - Family Business Chapter 2Scrooge was glad he had meetings all morning. For one, it meant making business deals where he could save more money than spend. For another, it meant hearing about the profits his other companies were making, raising prices if needed, and talking about his wealth.ToonZ - Family Business Chapter 2 in General Fiction More Like This
And for yet another, it meant not having Dudley in his office. Or in his conference rooms. Or any place he needed to be. Scrooge loved the boy very much, but not enough to want to have him follow him about for an entire day of work.
So Dudley was sent to spend time with the triplets.
At first, it seemed to have distracted the boy enough. Huey spent the first fifteen minutes with him, playing Patty-Cake and Beagle Boys with him around his desk; Dewey then played a few board games with him afterwards; and Louie read him a storybook he had brought with him and drew a few pictures with the three-year-old.
But even before the first hour was up, Dudley became distraught. He quickly grew tired of the games his cousins came up with,
Family Fortune“So, you’re my brother’s secret crush, eh?”Family Fortune in General Fiction More Like This
Her hair shimmered silver in the sunlight of that beautiful summer day, as she turned her head around and raised her eyes from the sketch book she had in her hands. Stopping her drawing momentarily, Goldie peered over her pince-nez glasses and smiled at the grey haired duck who stopped nearby. “Now who in Duckburg told ya that, Darling?” she asked.
Matilda raised an eyebrow and placed her hands on her hips. “The fact that yer drawin’ him gives it away, just a wee bit, Lass,” she said, nodding her head in the direction of Goldie’s sketch book.
Goldie looked down at the drawing before letting out a soft laugh and looking at the field before her. There, the host of the Duckburg yearly picnic day had just caught a football that had been sent his way. Raising it over his head and shouting in victory, the old duck immediately rushed off, followed closely by his four nephews. Donald caught
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Mickey yelped as he came around the corner and would have fallen backwards into Minnie, had she been behind him when Oswald and Donald blew plastic party horns in his face. The cartoon mouse flailed his arms in the air and Minnie covered her ears until confetti fell over their heads. The Humans and Toons who had come into work earlier that day all shouted out in unison around them and howled before bursting into laughter.
Minnie giggled behind her hand and released her tightened grasp around her purse. Mickey placed a hand over his chest and took a deep breath before smiling at the people around him. He laughed and then reached for the horns Oswald and Donald had, only to have the two Toons pull themselves out of reach. “Our birthday was yesterday, you’re all a day late!” he exclaimed, making some people laugh again.
“You’ve been around for 85 years, we can celebrate for as long as we want, Big Cheese!” someone from the b
ToonZ - A Different Kind of Magic chp1It was like any other day at the Disney Studios for Oswald Rabbit: humans running around, getting things done, creators talking about scenes with their teams and Toons, toons waiting to be told what to do. Being Mickey’s assistant was a crazy job, especially when it came to keeping count of everything, but it was worth it in the end. Since 2006 or so, it had been a norm for Oswald. The upside was that he was welcomed into the craziness of the giant Toon Family, and thankfully, despite his attitude at times, everyone still loved having him.ToonZ - A Different Kind of Magic chp1 in General Fiction More Like This
Mickey in particular. On days such as this one, the mouse tended to have more than he could chew on, therefore having Oswald there to assist was always a good thing—it gave him less to worry about... at least while hanging around the Television Animation buildings. For a few years now, Mickey and his crew had settled into the TVA buildings around Burbank and Glendale, mostly due to the fact that they showed their presence more on te
ToonZ - A Different Kind of Magic chp3(conclusion)Uncle Scrooge’s words kept me up for the next two nights. I had decided to interfere this time, and due to that, the studios were giving me the final say.ToonZ - A Different Kind of Magic chp3(conclusion) in General Fiction More Like This
And boy, what a time to give me that right.
I kept staring at my phone, at the studios and at home, debating on whether to call Dan back in or not. I met up with the team I spent the pitch with, and they all agreed that it was only fair that I had the final say. Thankfully, they let me sleep on it.
Or you know, try to.
“Mickey,” Minnie whispered the second night, as my absence from bed woke her. She turned on her lamp and looked at me as I paced back and forth in the room. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she added, “Why are you still up?”
“I can’t sleep,” I whispered, hands behind my back and head low. “I can’t get what Uncle Scrooge said out of my head.”
“You’re letting it bother you more than it should.”
“But he’s right
ToonZ - My Two CentsIt was not often that Mickey found himself walking into Warner Brothers studios at lunch hour on Thursdays—Bugs was normally on time, waiting outside for the mouse to pick him up for lunch. While Mickey was better at organizing his career and office yet had a poor sense of time, Bugs was very much the opposite.ToonZ - My Two Cents in General Fiction More Like This
But there he was, waving up at the security guard and walking into the main building. He opened the front door and was about to greet the next guard when six ponies trotted by with bags over their backs. The mouse stepped out of the way while holding the door open for them, and each one greeted him with a polite smile and a friendly hello.
The purple one came in last and nodded her head in his direction. “Hello and thank you, Mister Mouse,” she said before continuing on her way.
Mickey stepped into the doorway and watched them leave before tilting his head and scratching it. “Uh, hello and you’re welcome, Twilight?” he muttered in confusion. H
Money and Kilts“I got one! I got a silver dollar!”Money and Kilts in General Fiction More Like This
“The best catch of the day.”
“Can I keep it?”
The Scotsman laughed sarcastically and raised an eyebrow. “Nice try, Lad; we’re playin’ catch-and-release,” he reminded the boy.
Dudley wrinkled his bill and tossed his catch back over the side of the balcony. The silver coin caught the light as it fell downward, like a firefly, and then the vault chimed with the sound of it landing against its fellow coins and jewels. The thirteen-year-old watched as it fell and then looked up at his great uncle when the soft cling resounded around them. The multi-billionaire had his eyes closed and a smile spread over his lips once the ringing had died away. The old duck laughed childishly and adjusted his pince-nez glasses. “Ah just love that sound,” he said. “Absolutely beautiful.”
Dudley recast his fishing line over the balcony where he and his uncle sat, their feet hanging ove
The Giant of Felrein CH4Chapter 4The Giant of Felrein CH4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For the next three nights, Dara visited the giant. She told him stories of her life before she came to Felrein. Of her mother, of their magic shop, of their village. She avoided mentioning both her uncle and the giantess who had lived in her village, for either topic would cause the conversation to stray down a path she was not yet ready to take.
During the day she performed her usual tasks, all the while wondering how she and Gavin would get out of this. For she knew that unless she took him with her, every night of her new life would be haunted by nightmares of whatever fate had befallen then young giant.
She shook her head lightly, sighing to herself as she cleaned the feeding bins of the sleipnirs in the nearby river. She called Gavin a young giant but he may well be older than her. He was fairly close to her age, anyway, from what they had been able to deduce. He had been five when captured, and at that age had only been slightly taller than the ringmaster. After
Revolution CH1Note: This is a sequel to a previous work, Epoch. (See description for link.) If you've not read Epoch, this will be confusing.Revolution CH1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The day Brad had both awaited and dreaded had finally arrived. He was being released from prison. He had been assigned a short-term lease in a small apartment and a career counselor to help him "re-integrate" as they called it.
"Right," he mumbled under his breath at the thought. Very few felons were welcomed back into society with open arms, but Brad had read enough newspapers and magazines to know that he was particularly unpopular. After the night at the bonfire three years ago and the local giant's rise to fame and popularity, Brad found himself cast as the arch-nemesis of the Harper Vale's town hero. Which made most people in town rather disinclined to hire him.
After over two months of filling out application after application and not getting so much as a response, Brad finally received a letter in the mail. A plain, nondescrip
Epoch CH2Chapter 2Epoch CH2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Teagan drove down the dirt road towards Nevan's family's farm. She had turned the music off so she could think, and now her fingers drummed a nervous beat on the steering wheel. The thought of seeing Nevan again was both joyous and terrifying.
He had been her best friend for many years. Her only friend, in fact. And she had been his only friend as well. Neither of them were accepted by their peers. Nevan, though, had it worse than she did. He was remarkably tall for his age, and had always been so. He usually stood at least a foot above anyone else his age. This led to the other students labeling him as a big dumb brute. There was also an ugly (and completely false) rumor that he was actually a couple years older than their classmates and had been held back more than a few times. It had been Teagan's suspicion that on some level, their classmates had been intimidated by his large size. So, unable to compete with his physical stature, they bullied him into feeling small
The Giant of Felrein CH10Chapter 10The Giant of Felrein CH10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For the next two days and one night, Dara managed to keep up the appearance of being under Leo's spell. It was easier than Dara expected- the ringmaster was likely far too arrogant to even suspect his spell had failed.
Neither she nor Celia had risked a return trip to Gavin's tent until the night of their departure. Unwilling to risk stealing the keys from Leo, Celia had found a file from one of the maintenance wagons and began sawing the chain. Even though Gavin was weaker than a normal giant his age, he still had enough strength to pull the chain apart after surprisingly little sawing.
Slowly they unwrapped the chain from the door, doing their best to keep the rattling and clanking noises to a minimum. The door opened with a creak, and all three froze, feeling as if their hearts had stopped. After a moment of silence, they relaxed. The circus was still sound asleep.
They crept down the road a ways, before going off the path and into the forest. Once they were severa
Jacklyn and the Beanstalk CH4Jacklyn and the Beanstalk CH4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For the next few days, Jacklyn found herself quickly adjusting to life in the castle. It was hard to say if it was better or worse than her life in Revelle. Food was easy to come by, as the giant seemed to have taken to leaving bits of bread and other foods out for her. Well, "bits" to him, anyway. To her they were decent-sized portions. She got the feeling he was doing this deliberately, and at first had been hesitant to take the food, fearing a trap. But, it seemed his only intention with the food was to keep her fed, not to lure her into the open. In fact, the food was rarely placed in the open- usually near walls or other secluded areas.
She had found a home of sorts for herself in the castle walls. A crack in the wall similar to her previous hiding spot, only it opened into a small sized room. Just large enough for her to sleep and stash a few pieces of food for herself. However, she was usually only there to sleep and occasionally take a brief rest. Much of the d
The Giant of Felrein EpilogueEpilogueThe Giant of Felrein Epilogue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Leo was given a proper burial in an unmarked grave well beyond the boundaries of Torensa. There had been no service, no talk, just the burial. Dara knew nobody else thought he deserved even that much, and she was not sure she really disagreed with them. Yet, despite everything, he was still blood, so she would not leave him to be torn apart by scavenging beasts. She had been raised better than that.
With Celia's help, they had managed to coax the sleipnir into Torensa where it was given shelter and a paddock to recover in. Dara and Celia never did find out what happened to the other animals of Felrein Circus. They could only hope some of the former staff had seen to them as everyone formerly under Leo's spell went their separate ways.
"Are you going to be alright?" Gavin asked later that evening.
"I-I think so," she said, looking up at him. She was standing on his dresser, but even that did not put her quite at eye level with him. He laid a hand against her side, his th
The Morning AfterAmber was never one to wear her heart on her sleeve. She was never one to think she would fall in love in just a day. She never believed in soul mates or that "spark" some people claimed to feel immediately after meeting their true love. Even the idea of "true love" was something she had found more than a little far fetched.The Morning After in Short Stories More Like This
But then she met Deacon. One off-handed comment while waiting in line for coffee had led to a conversation, which had led to catching a movie, which had led to a late dinner together, which had led up to Amber's apartment. She had never felt this way about anyone, and certainly not after only knowing them a day. Not to mention the sort of trust it took to bring someone up to her apartment after such a brief time. Yet another thing she never expected herself to do.
That morning, as the sunlight filtered through her blinds and woke her, the memories of yesterday and last night came back to her. She smiled, moving closer to Deacon to snuggle up against him.
The Giant of Felrein CH14Chapter 14The Giant of Felrein CH14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dara gazed at her reflection in the mirror, straightening her hair one last time. She had never been particularly concerned with appearances, but tonight would be the first night she and Gavin could actually spend some quality time together. Their plan was to take some blankets out to a nearby field, and just lay out under the stars for a bit. She was not sure if it truly counted as a date, but it was certainly the closest she (and Gavin, for that matter) had ever come to a real courtship.
She had refused Agnes's offer to help with hair and makeup, for such things would just look silly compared with her plain outfit. It was the same outfit worn brown boots and vest, green breeches and tan undershirt she had worn when escaping from Felrein. Human-sized clothes were naturally hard to come by here in Torensa. Agnes and some of her friends had tried to make additional outfits for Dara and Celia, but making such small clothes took a level of nuance that none of them had qu
The Giant of Felrein CH5Chapter 5The Giant of Felrein CH5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Gavin, do you ever think about leaving?" Dara asked as she applied her medicine to the fresh cuts on his back.
Gavin turned about so sharply that Dara could not pull her hand back in time, and the medicine left a blue streak across his back. "N-No, of course not. Why would I think such a thing?" he said nervously.
Dara allowed herself a weak smile. It seemed the giant, for better or worse, had never learned to lie properly. "Gavin, it's alright, you can tell me," she said, moving behind him to wipe off the excess medicine.
"S-Sometimes. B-But I know I shouldn't."
"Why do you think that?" she asked gently. "That you shouldn't want to leave?" She finished treating the cut and walked to stand in front of him.
Gavin wrung his hands nervously, not meeting her eyes. "Why aren't you afraid of me?" he asked suddenly.
"Wh-What?" she stammered. She had prepared herself for dozens of questions he might ask, but that had not been one of them.
"You came into my cage after only spe
Epoch CH1Chapter 1Epoch CH1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Teagan lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. On one side of her room sat a cluttered bookshelf, full of books and various bits of electronic equipment. On her desk sat her computer, sporting a dual monitor setup. One monitor displayed a video that was now paused, while the other displayed an article on the yet-to-be-released expansion pack for her favorite MMO. On the side opposite her bookshelf was the door to the closet, which was presently leaking clothes and various other knickknacks into the main room. Next to the door a small table that served as her workstation. The current project was a custom keyboard for her friend. The keys and case had all been repainted, and once it was dry it would be reassembled. All of this needed to be sorted and packed and ready to be moved to her college apartment within a week.
Packing really sucked.
Just as Teagan was beginning to vaguely consider resuming her packing, a familiar "Blee-boop!" sounded from h
Ignore The WorldIf you choose to ignore the world,Ignore The World in Free Verse More Like This
The world will ignore you forevermore.
Isolate yourself from everyone,
And become that ghost of flesh;
Who'll seek no one's council but their own.
If you choose to ignore the world,
Think not of the misery that came before.
Remember you are not the only one,
To feel like this on rotten days;
Just think you're alive but not alone.
Apocalpyse ChildStanding alone amongst ruins of rubbleApocalpyse Child in Free Verse More Like This
Waits a little angel with eyes expressing fear.
She wears a dress of shining so light and clear
And in her palm she holds her teddy so tight;
Whilst scarlet skies turn black to herald trouble.
Flames fly high over her raven crown without care;
Scorching grim ground beneath her feet,
But this is no angel that any army can defeat.
She'll break bullets with breath of a terrified sound
And she'll tame those who torment with her stare.
Standing alone amongst wreckage of war;
Sings a little angel with hands howling pain.
She walks in boots of mourning so brash and vain
And in her gaze she wields her hate so harsh;
Whilst grey graves turn red to blind disaster.
Explosions erupt low under her toes pale by pity;
Burning stagnant skin revealing her mystery,
But this is no angel that anarchy will have victory.
She'll crack courage with cries of a mortified sin
And she'll humble those who hurt with her ferocity.
Standing alone amongst concrete of carnage,
Corner Boy ch 7 Corner BoyCorner Boy ch 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He woke up to the sound of a cell phone ringing. He knew it wasn't his because the ring tone was Chopin's Funeral March played with an electric guitar.
The Corner Boy scrambled off the bed and began hurriedly searching the pockets of his motorcycle jacket for the phone. Putting it to his ear without bothering to look at the number of the incoming call, he said,
"I'm with a customer...I know. I've been with him for a couple of hours...Yeah, he's a whale...No, he's not your type...Yeah, we just got done. I'll be back there in half an hour."
The teen used his thumb to end the call and looked over at Muldowney.
"I need you to take me back to the corner."
"Sure," the older ma
Kegluneq Angun pt 11 Kegluneq AngunKegluneq Angun pt 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jake woke up when he heard Laban return.
The 'Thrope shut the windows and shutters. The room was very dark and cold. Jacob shivered under the quilt. The older man entered the cabin and Jake could hear the hiss of rain outside.
Laban lit the lamp on the workbench and went to the Coleman stove, lighting both burners and holding his hands over them to re-warm his fingers. He was soaking wet and Shiloh was worse. The wolf-dog shook vigorously and jumped on the couch, rubbing and rolling on it in an effort to get dry.
Jake raised himself up on his good elbow.
"Is everything ok?" he asked.
Laban looked over.
"Yeah, so far."
"What time is it?"
"Two o'clock in the mornin'."
He took off his soaked clothes and toweled his hair dry.
"Wish we could light the fireplace. Tonight's the sort of night where a good fire would feel nice."
"You should get out of here," Jake said. "Before it's too lat
Kegluneq Angun pt 1 Kegluneq AngunKegluneq Angun pt 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The phone rang. Well, it didn't exactly ring. It blared out the first four notes of Beethoven's 5th symphony...
The man on the bed groaned.
~...I should answer that...~ He thought with part of his drowsy mind while the other part tried to convince him that he was dreaming and should ignore the noisy device.
He opened one charcoal colored eye and looked at his alarm clock. This elicited another groan. He hadn't even been asleep for three hours yet.
God how he wished he had a normal job where he could turn off his phone and get a solid eight in every night.
The answering machine clicked on and his own voice filled the room.
"Hey, you've reached Jacob Kuigpak's house. I'm probably doing something vitally important like taking a shit or re-booting my laptop, so leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you
Kegluneq Angun pt 4 Kegluneq AngunKegluneq Angun pt 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For a long time, Jacob floated in nothingness.
There was no thought, just a limbo of unbeing.
Occasionally, pain would creep into that nothingness and turn it into somethingess and not a nice somethingness either. The pain would try to push him up, up to the level of semi-conscious thought.
Sometimes he heard himself moan. It sounded very far away, but every time he was just about able to put a cohesive thought together, something from the outside would smother the pain and push him back down to the limbo.
The last time this scenario played out, Jacob got so close to consciousness that when he moaned, he distinctly heard a voice say,
"Hush. Go back to sleep."
And the smothering, pushing force took him to unbeing again.
Finally, after God knew how long, Jacob managed to get to the surface of the limbo without being squashed back down.
He climbed up the pain like a ladder
The Curse of Setnahkte Ch 1 The Curse of SetnahkteThe Curse of Setnahkte Ch 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He found the mysterious scroll completely by accident. It was his first day back at the Kupre dig after having spent almost a month at his Cairo mansion recuperating from a badly infected leg wound. He was still hobbling around with a cane, but he felt almost as good as new. Unfortunately, Doctor Cedwicke Thompson didn't believe that he was anywhere close to well enough. His father, the powerful and ungodly rich Earl of Somersby, had tasked Ceddie with seeing to his health while in Egypt and Ceddie took the responsibility seriously. The handsome young physician was his best friend, but after three and a half weeks of being clucked over, he was quite fed up with him. He had hardly been at the site more than an hour before Ceddie started in on him about getting out of the heat.
"It's Egypt, Ced!" he protested. "There's nowhere that isn't in the heat!"
"Jonathan, it's not a good idea
The Curse of Setnahkte ch 2 The Curse of SetnahkteThe Curse of Setnahkte ch 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The ride back to Cairo was long and bumpy. Jonathan was too distracted by the mental images of hieroglyphs to pay any attention to his three companion's conversations. He kept looking at the glass-encased scroll until it grew too dark for him to see, but even then his mind remained focused on it.
Once back at the Cairo house, he was forced by Cedwicke to eat supper and retire to bed, having sworn not to sit up working over the ancient text. He tossed and turned until waking well before dawn. Turning on the lamp at his desk, he sat down and started to work on the translation again.
It took him all day to muddle through it. His desk was now covered with stacks of books on hieroglyphs and Egyptian history. He'd spent hours thumbing through them, comparing interpretations and symbolic translations, but he finally had the whole thing worked out. He looked from the glass-covered papyrus to his notebo
Seeds Ch 1 SeedsSeeds Ch 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mitchell peered through the microscope at the tiny Encyclia cochleata seed. He examined it carefully for any hint of contamination by mold spores, insect eggs, or pollen. His trained eye took stock of its form and looked for any defect which might affect its viability.
It was clean and perfect.
He picked up his thick glasses, put them on, and used padded tweezers to lift the seed off the slide. He placed it in a tiny glass vial set into a rack of one hundred similar vials, each one also containing an Encyclia cochleata seed. Ten more identical racks awaited filling with seeds, then they would all be scrupulously labeled with species, date of harvest, location of harvest, and the date of preservation.
His tweezers took up another seed from the dish and put it under the scope. Removing his glasses, he leaned over and began the next inspection.
Most people would have found the work tedious at best, but Mitchell lo
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Muldowney pulled over up the block from the funeral home and turned off the car. He sat there for a long time trying to think. He'd put so much energy and concentration into trying to find where Psycho Pimp and Corner Boy lived that he hadn't given much thought as to what he'd do once he actually found the place.
For a while he considered making an anonymous 911 call giving the mortuary address, describing both the Caddie hearse and the Psycho Pimp and implying strongly that the bastard was involved in the recent murders. Such a call would certainly bring a forceful response from the police department. At the very least Psycho Pimp would be hauled in for questioning. Tha
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Being a security guard isn't for everyone, especially when you're assigned to graveyard shift at someplace as terminally creepy as the West Haven Marine Salvage Yard. Even during the day that place is grim. It is the final destination of old ships, boats and barges. Most of these decrepit hulks are towed in by laboring tugboats but a few come in under their own power.
That's how the Mona Johaansen arrived.
She was an old European luxury liner, from the days when people still opted to sail the Atlantic as a mode of travel not just as a vacation fling. I remember watching her glide in from the cramped balcony of my little efficiency apartment, two blocks from the salvage yard. It was a foggy morning and all I could see over the low blanket of mist were her
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The snow crunched under his shoes. He hunched into his jacket against the sharp cold of the late December night.
The park was absolutely still and silent. It was close to midnight and on such a frosty winter night no one was around. He walked down to the little lake. In the summer ducks, geese, and swans panhandled for bread crusts and covered the sidewalk with poop, but now the lake was a frozen sheet of ice.
He went to one of the park benches lining the edge of the lake and sat. The cold of the metal instantly seeped through his pants. He looked out at the ice. It was covered in a multitude of swirls, lines, arcs, and spirals from the activity of ice skaters who used it during the day and early evening, but now the frozen lake was abando
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“Is that really all you expect from me?” she asked as though not believing him. “Just to be myself? Back at the shelter they kept telling me not to mess this up,” she said softly, almost embarrassed to be telling him. “They said that lots of good things could start happening at the shelter if you liked me and said good things about me. They said to not argue with you and not to be rude because you were used to people agreeing with you…”
"I guess they wouldn't know how irritating constant agreement can be," he said under his breath.
“They also mentioned that you were a little offbeat…” she trailed off, “but I suppose most rich people are. Still though…you’re really not what I was expecting.”
He shook his head with an almost disbelieving smile. His ice-blue eyes considered her for a moment before his hand spurred into action, laying out palm-up beside
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Aimee felt her heart race as she waited in the corner of the box. It was explained to her at the shelter that she was going to have a new owner, but she had no idea what to expect. Giants were a strange race, some could be good and some could be cruel, but what she knew was that you could never expect the expected. She wrapped her royal purple blanket more tightly around her shoulders as she heard the loud roar of an engine and peeking through the tiny peephole in her box, she noticed the car pulling up to the driveway.
This must have been him. As she watched the giant get out of the car, she felt even more frightened because she was on ground level and it only took a few steps before the only thing that filled her vision was his shoes. She backed to the furthest corner of the box and waited to see what happened next.
Heath nearly dropped his keys when he saw the distinctive delivery box on his front porch. "No way..." he uttered, stooping down to tilt it up
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“Dammit, Devon! You get off that computer right now! That’s not for human use!” a loud voice rang over the tiny human’s head. Devon looked up to find one of the volunteers glaring down at her.
“How do you even get out of your cage?” she muttered, scooping her up with one hand. She closed the chat screen without ever taking a look to what she was up to. “I swear, Devon, it’s like you enjoy getting in trouble. Don’t you know what today is?”
Devon frowned, crossing her arms as she was brought back into the ‘playpen.’ “It’s Saturday, dammit. It’s the day people can come and look at us like the animals we are.”
“That’s right…” she said in a sing song voice, setting her down. “So you need to be where everyone can see you, not doing who knows what on the computer.”
“For your information, I was talking to a friend,” she s
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Jacobs stared at his grandson with heavy eyes, allowing the nurse to pull him towards the door. "So I think that's it then, all of my stuff is out and you're basically moved in. " The nurse started to guide him towards the door before his face lit up with recognition. "There's only one final thing that I think I should tell you."
"Yeah, what's up gramps?" Cail asked as he looked up at him, having been digging through his pack when he spoke. "Something up with the switches or something?" Having just inherited the land, he felt he should know the ins and outs of the place.
Jacobs turned back to the nurse. "Just give us a moment, Gail," he said to her, walking towards the kitchen and motioning for Cail to follow. "Come here, I want to show you something," he said, gesturing towards the small window over the sink.
"Alright..." Admittedly he looked a bit confused, but if something was up with the place he needed to know. Walk
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The third crepe was half the size of the first two; the fourth was barely 1/5 the original diameter.
"Didn’t think I’d be able to make this small." He flashed a rascally smile as he picked up the pan and rinsed it off in the sink. Finally, he brought her over to the little table by the window, along with the crepes, a Tupperware of mixed fruit, and a tub of vanilla yogurt. He went back for some of the human dishes, and then returned to his seat before her.
He could see her leaning towards him as he put the first one together, showing her how it was done.
"Some people like to drizzle honey over them, but that's not filling enough for me." He was just about to tell her to go ahead and try it, when he realized the fruit slices were too big.
"Ah… One sec..." He rather hastily diced a strawberry sliver, banana slice, and cantaloupe and scooped the mixture onto the plate next to her miniature crepes.
"Ok. Now give it a go. See what you think, hu
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Several weeks went by and the two continued to text back and forth. Dallas was nervous that by admitting he was lonely that the stranger would stop talking to him, but the following morning his heart was set at ease as he turned on his phone to see if Collette had texted him back.
I’m lonely too. So much that I bet you couldn’t even understand.
He wanted to sing. This girl…she hadn’t laughed at him or told him to cheer up. For weeks, even days after his mother had passed so many of his friends had told him to get over it or understand that death is simply another part of life. Like he didn’t know that. But it was one thing to preach and listen, it was quite another to go through such a hardship. Collette’s answer had pleasantly surprised him, and even his father had asked him, “what the hell are you smiling about?” when he saw him a few days later.
It was ama
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Aimee didn’t know whether she was hurt or relieved when Heath had gone to answer the door. She wanted to talk about this, but she wasn’t quite sure if it was wise to voice her discomfort with her place in the world so easily. The point was, now that he was gone, she needed to get away from him. Assuming that he probably wouldn’t come back, she slid down the lamp wire again to the floor and made a run for the front door of his bedroom.
Behind the front door was a skinny man in a suit and tie, with stylish black glasses framing his brown eyes and a beautiful woman on his arm. Heath didn't have the luxury of many friends (kiss-ass-ery excluded), but Corey Morris was one of them.
The man was – literally – a genius. Corey had invented a virtually indestructible plastic alloy in his final year at MIT. When his professor refused to give him full recognition for his discovery in the science journal, Corey had taken his
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Cail stared at the tiny girl, not sure what he could say at this point. His mind was still going crazy with the idea of someone like him, dating a human. How would such a thing even be possible? Instead of bringing it up though, not wanting to upset her, he gently tried to change topics. “You keep saying ‘someone like me.’ What does that mean, someone like me?" he asked softly.
She tried not to look hurt. Of course he wouldn't understand. No one ever would. "It's...it's really not important..." she grumbled. She crossed her arms, trying to look like she didn't care but when more lightening lit up the room, she jumped up in surprise, ducking to hide behind a cup on the coffee table. It was one of the only things that frightened her and now this stranger was going to see it.
He jumped at the thunder too, taking a breath and sighing. "Geez... I hate storms... guess you do too?" he asked h
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After almost an hour went by in awkward silence, there was a soft knock at the door again and Aimee lifted her head as Heath told whoever it was to come in. She wanted to be happy to see Tate again, but with everything that had transpired earlier, she didn’t even feel like greeting him.
Tate immediately felt the intensity in the air. “Hello Mr. Windstrom,” he said softly, walking up to the desk and setting down some papers. “Here’s everything you asked for…and…” he said hopefully, reaching into his pocket he pulled out a tiny Ziploc bag with two red and two yellow M&M’s, “something for the birthday girl.” He gently set the bag next to Aimee’s feet.
“Thank you,” she muttered, barely looking up at him over his glasses.
“So…what did you think about dinner?” he asked carefully. “Would you like to go with me?”
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Pressed up against him, Devony couldn’t help herself, noting that she immediately felt calmer, warmer and less exposed to the strange and new surroundings. If she closed her eyes she could imagine that it was Stephen holding her close, protecting her from the world that was, at times, so hateful towards her and her race. Hearing Cail’s voice should have reminded her that it wasn’t Stephan but at that point she didn’t care, she felt happier and safer than she had in months.
“You’re nervous about storms?” she asked finally, snickering a bit at the idea of something so big being frightened of anything.
"Well... yeah. I saw lightning hit a tree when I was little and...well, it was pretty unsettling," he said sheepishly "So trust me, this kinda helps me too."
“Wow,” she said, surprised. “That does sound scary,” she agreed before frowning. “This probably doesn