Callie had to take a moment to stare at the front door. She just couldn’t believe she didn’t notice it before. The man had always taken a while to get into his house, she should have noticed. The door did have a lot of locks on it so she came in the window. She should […]
Writing
Writing exercises and little ideas
Story Time: Bad Neighbors 2
Callie’s eyes adjusted to the light quickly. She squinted, the screams of pain and violence only feet away from her. Huddled in the corner she saw a figure. The skin was black with filth, it was wearing a dirty grey shirt, and tattered jeans. It was barefoot, and had long dirty hair that had been […]
Wattpad
From now on I’ll be posting my short stories on wattpad. It allows me to see how many TRUE readers I have and you guys can leave comments and likes without having to worry about being drowned in scammers and spammers in WordPress.
Story Time: Bad Neighbors 1
There were no locks on the windows. It slid right open when she pushed on it, and Callie made her way inside. The first thing she noticed was the smell. Something in here was ripe, but she couldn’t tell what. The carpet was dirty, and there was clutter everywhere. This looked like a house from […]
Story Time: A Good Marriage
As I move the pile of dirt into the hole I think about what it is to have a good marriage. I think about the dedication, devotion, and patience required to unconditionally love someone. It’s different for your kids, or your parents. That’s blood, and in a way, loving them is loving parts of yourself. […]
Story Time: The Ballerina
All I could breathe was dust. The attic was filthy, and when the access hatch came up on its own it sent a cloud of it everywhere. I jumped when I heard it slide up, then slam into place. It was spring loaded but it was supposed to stay still. I coughed. I breathed in […]
Time to get back at it.
So its time to get back to writing. I finished editing the Storm but haven’t made all the changes I marked on my 2nd draft to the electronic file. Its hard to edit but fun to write. I wish i could pay for an editor but until the books start sustaining themselves I guess I’m […]
Ideas
History Corylynn was born to high society. Her father was a knight in the kings court, her mother a high lady born of noble birth. Her father had always wanted a son, but the gods would see it naught. Cory was the only child they had produced, and the long line of Constance was now […]
Story Time: Untitled #2
My ears were still ringing when I came back. The ringing, then the pain. I was still in the chair. My shoulder hurt. My head was pounding. The only good thing about my situation was the fact I was alone. I tried the ties on my arms, they were still bound. I pulled as […]
Story Time: Untitled #1
The blow came from the right. It sent a jarring ache across my jaw. I thought I felt one of my molars come loose as my head went to the side. I couldn’t see much anymore. The outline of the man in front of me was blurry now and the three lights in […]
Back to work
So I’m trying my best to get back into the writing habits I had. I’m in the last part of my story “The Pass.” I’m hoping it will finish up in the raw form around 70 thousand words. The reason I’m spending my time writing here instead of there, is my desire not […]
The Storm: First Read
Just finished reading my first ever story. It took about 2 hours. I apparently use the phrase “a bit” a bit too much. Still it was a good read. I’m probably supposed to be my own worst critic, but Stephen King was right. When you read your own stuff. Stuff you stayed true to and […]
Story Time: Mother’s Les Paul Part 12
Braidy watched him wide eyed. She was facinated by just how well he’d learned this song. It was all she could do just to keep up. At the beginning it was simple, she just played the cords, and did her best on the vocals. But as the song got longer and harder, she found she […]
Story Time: Mother’s Les Paul Part 11
I let her hand fall to the cold concrete stage. I turned to look at Lucifer. He was laughing. The monster was laughing. “Foolish.” He said. I got up and was about to go to his side of the stage when I felt someone grab my arm. I looked back at Braidy and she pleaded […]
Story Time: Mothers Les Paul 10
I played a few rifts just before we got into it. The drummer was now a familiar companion in my head. He did a few beats out to bring me back into the iconic opening of the song. The enemy knew me. He knew my style now, and how well I could play. I wasn’t […]
Story Time: Mother’s Les Paul 9
I waited for him to start. Between us was a drummer. He too looked unearthly, inhuman. He clicked his sticks together 4 times and without warning Lucifer started. “Caught Somewhere in Time” jammed into the amp. The wicked guitar solo opening rang in perfect time. The drummer keeping up without effort. It was almost as […]
Story Time: Mothers Les Paul 8
I set Annabelle’s case on the chair next to Gabby. She was looking pretty rough. More than exhausted, she was sick. Her skin was pale and even the ink on her body seemed to be fading as she sat there. “Are you ok.” She nodded. “I have enough to make it. Just. Win.” She said. […]
Story Time: Mother’s Les Paul 7
I put my shirt back on. Braidy looked up at me and her eyes were filled with concern. “Hey.” I said. “I’m not dead, its just a bruise. I’ll be ok.” She still looked concerned. “Mike, I don’t think that’s a bruise. I’ve never seen a bruise spread that fast. I could see it. Like […]
Story Time: Mother’s Les Paul 6
The dual between the guitarists lasted a long time. Both of them had plenty to offer the masses, and the masses had plenty of appetite for the music. I was partial to Gabby’s sounds. She had a very instinctual, natural vibe that resonated straight to me. She stroked the strings just like my professor had. […]
Story Time: GAH!
Totally left out a scene I’d wanted to put in the story before he went to meat up with Gabby. Oh well huh? The crazy thing about blog stories is the really live aspect of it. I’m going to have to find a way to work in what I wanted to without having to resort […]
Story Time: Mothers Les Paul 5
Braidy and I got out of her car. “You sure this is the place?” She asked. I looked at my phone and then at the address. “Yeah looks like it. There’s supposed to be a stairway, ah over there.” I pointed. The stairway looked like a hole in the ground with how steep it descended […]
Story Time: Mother’s Les Paul 4
I glided my hand along the sunburst finish of Annabell’s body. Smooth as glass and polished to a shine, it was still flawless. I breathed a sigh of relief. In my mind I didn’t know how it could be. The truck hit me hard enough to throw us both. I don’t know how I wasn’t […]
Story Time: Mother’s Les Paul 3
I might as well not go to class for all the good it did. Mathematical equations melded into vibrant colors of dragons, spiders, crosses, and stars of David. I found patterns and designs in spreadsheets of numbers. Her face dominated my thoughts, her insane way of vanishing into thin air consumed my imagination. She derailed […]
Story Time: Mother’s Les Paul 2
She wasn’t really the type of girl you thought of when the term “classic beauty” came to mind. Her slender athletic arms were completely covered in color. Designs snaked their way up and down her skin. A Koi fish worked its way up her forearm, a dragon consumed itself on her shoulder. She wore a […]
Story Time: Mother’s Les Paul 1
I guess you could say she was always there. On some level you can always feel them. Right outside the edge of your periphery. Perhaps a shadow that didn’t really belong, or a reflection that catches you just out of place. It always fades away when you look directly at them though. That trace of […]
Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 10
She stalled for a moment when she looked at my hand. I’d never felt such hatred before. This woman thought she owned me. Like a slave she viewed me as property. She brought the blade down before I could strike. Her reaction was swift. I pushed her hand to the left and the blade struck […]
Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 9
The endorphins had started to fade. Leaving the burning sensation of cut flesh behind. The cuts were deep in the skin. I felt light headed, and tired. My wrists were pulled back against the chair as I slumped into the padding. My right hand slid further into the duct tape and I could feel the […]
Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 8
The pain started on my right pectoral. “Hmm.. ” She said as she rubbed my chest. The scar she’d left me from before was interesting to her. “I suppose I can work with this. Not every canvas is perfect.” She winked at me and then brought the blade to my skin . I have to […]
Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 7
She walked lightly around the barcalounger. I looked up at her as she did so. Her face was beautiful, sensual, evil. Her eyes gleamed with malevolent intent, and a tinge of crazy thrown in for good measure. I should have been on guard. I should have known from the beginning something was up. “You, put […]
Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 6
De La Rosa looked to home plate. The batter was one of the Dodgers best, and didn’t look like he was messing around as he stepped into the box. His cheek was nearly full of chew or seeds. It was hard to tell which with the camera angle. There was no one on base, and […]
Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 5
I flexed my hand a bit while hot water ran down my arm. Tiny rivers ran along the scar, down, and to the tips of my fingers before falling to the bottom of the shower. Like a phantom memory, the pain of the blade impaling my arm pulsed. Doctors said there was nerve damage and […]
Pushing one self
So all this week I’ve tried to get more than just 1000 words in on The Pass. I’ve noticed it takes a bit more time to get extra words in. I don’t want to get to 1000 words and think I should do another 500 just for word count. At the same time I’m really […]
Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 4
I decided to stop by a little hole in the wall Pizza Parlor on the way home. I came home with a box of master crafted cheese, pepperoni and mushrooms. Just the smell of it was intoxicating. I had a hard time just driving home without snaking a hand in the box for a slice. […]
Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 3
“Daddy was hurt. There had blood all over his shirt” “Could you tell us where your daddy was hurt honey?” The little girl pointed to her chest. Then she pointed to her neck. And then she finally pointed to her arm. “I’d like to bring to the jury’s attention evidence exhibits 12 B and C. […]
Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 2
As I drove on with Nell in the back seat, I got to thinking about what a nice day it had turned out to be. Finally, the weather had started to change. Less pronounced were the grey overcast skies and bone biting chill of winter. Spring was starting to show in everything from the buds […]
That Road Block
I usually don’t write on the weekends so I noticed my hit count dropped to a measly one. I think that might have even been me I can’t really tell. Anyway who cares. This is more about just making sure I write something down every day instead of letting my writing just get stagnant. So […]
Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 1
So I’m going to write that story that Stephen King puts up in his book and challenges the reader to hit the ground typing on. I’ll just type out portions until I come to natural stopping points, or if my brain just can’t really go any farther without a rest or something. Generally, I’ve found […]
Raw Snippet
Thought I’d put a nice little snip of the current project here. If you have any feedback please feel free to share it. Bare in mind this snip is just really raw. When I write I do so without thought to going back to correct grammar or spelling unless its simply unbearable. Hope you enjoy. […]
Das Keyboard
So I recently received a Das Keyboard. Its the 4th gen model with the blacked out keys and I have to say its amazing. I got the “blue” switches, which have a clicky type of sound with every key press. I don’t know if its just the fact that its mechanical or the actual lack […]
Story Time?
So I’m wondering what to write here and I have a few story ideas. There’s an assignment in Stephen Kings book on the craft that gives you a senario and then adds a twist before saying go. So I could start writing that. Or we can go with another idea. If your one of my […]