Writing Prompt: The Assassin

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So… This is not my regular “Monday” post but I’ve given myself a few days to think about how I wanted to go with this prompt and as much as I was tempted to use my current WIP (work in progress) story that I’ve tried to write since November 2016, I wanted to go in another direction and use my other idea I that have had stuck in the depths of my brain. There’s a lot of stuff back there, so the fact that it’s wanting to be up front is a bit crazy!

I found the prompt on Maris McKay’s blog again, and it was “The fireworks cover the sound of breaking glass. They climb out the window and start running with a grin on their face. Today is Independence Day.” I used the prompt in a different way than expected but I hope everyone still enjoys it ūüôā


I honestly don’t remember how I got here.

All I know is that I’m tumbled over on a very hard surface, the dirt on the ground seeps into the fresh cuts on my body and burns as I attempt to sit up again. I have to use both of my arms with the rest of the strength left in my body to move around. Once I flip around to my back and rearrange my lifeless legs forward, I began to wipe off the excess dirt off my arms and legs and look at my surroundings, searching for my chair.

The building is huge, but barely hanging on to itself. The windows are shattered and ceiling tiles are slowly pulling apart from each other and floating away by the wind outside. I quickly realize that I am in an old hangar that now holds the most random things, I knew about the junkies but not the large metal elements, that look like could be the innards of airplanes and cars. This should be interesting trying to find my wheelchair in this mess! As the thought creeps out of my head, an older man is standing in the back with a blank expression on his face.

“I’m surprised you’re alive!” He shouted while cleaning a metallic can in his hands. “I mean, considering that guy was kicking the living shit out of you.” He tosses the can into the fairly large stack of junk plastered up against the wall. He finally sighs and starts to work over to me.

“Well, I would be up by now, if I could find my chair.” The woman says, with a groan as her sides were certainly in a lot of pain right now. She was pretty sure one of her ribs was broken, but he didn’t need to know that.

The man stopped and looked at her funny, “what chair?” he said as he began to look around the place and search for anything that even resembling a chair of sorts. He did find pretty clean white car outside, but before he wondered who that belonged to, the blonde and bruised lady in front of him in the distance took his attention back to the fact that she was now looking for something in this pigsty.

“It’s mine.” She said as he continued to admire the car. “Also, I use a wheelchair to get around, and before that asshole started attacking me, he pulled me out of it and threw it somewhere in here.”¬†At least I hope it’s in here.¬†This statement made him look at her with a puzzled again, but before he could say another word a noise behind her startled them in the back of the place.

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Kady turned to her left side, but not before taking out what looked like three dark sticks from the side of right boots. That’s when the man noticed a gun located directly at her back around her waist on a¬† thin belt once she removed them and began to scoot on her hands, softly around the crooked maze in front of her.

Bang! Bang!

The mystery man took shelter, using the mess around them but realized she was exposed and defenseless, so unless she had a cool magic trick to make with those things in her hands, she was done for and his job was done. As he crouched down on the ground, he watched the scene play out between the two of them.

“Who’s there?!” Kady said, as her hand full of three lightly green colored darts laid in the palm of her hand behind her. “Roy, is that you coming back for more?” She knows if she’s not careful that she will not win this fight either, she thought about using her gun, but she doesn’t want to cause any more damage then she already has, so these are her only lifeline right now.

“How are you not dead Kady?!” A deep voice echoes off in front of her, and she takes a guess on where he could be located, and hopefully she’s right. Roy sounded a bit shake-y, like he knows he’s in trouble for offering to go after her in the first place. “You know I don’t want to do this.” He speaks again, wanting for an answer from her, but it’s quiet. He knows that’s never a good sign.

Swoosh! Clung.

He gasps loudly, staring wide-eyed at the pine tree lookalike dart stuck on the tin metal wall in front of him. The man is covered in sweat from head to toe, and he knows she’s close to him. He also knows he has some of her blood splattered onto his clothes but that’ll help prove to know he killed the #1 enemy on the block. However, he knew he needed to move or she’ll try to sneak up on him, which is what she did in a way, especially when the second dart arrived in a bad spot.

Ahh!

“Fucking bitch!” He shrieked as the next dart landed at his lower backside. He quickly wondered if they were laced with toxic poisons, but he didn’t want to dwell on that too much this time as he pulled it out with a fast tug and began to slowly walk away from his position.

Kady is lying on the ground directly behind a now groaning Roy. “Why were sent to kill me Roy? You better tell me, or I can reserve this last target for your head or your heart. It’s your choice.” Kady said as she scooted across the room, on her hands, her legs leaving inconvenient dragging marks as she continued on to her mission.¬† Finally, she spots an opening toward her right arm, but instead of striking the beast, she decides to change things up and patiently waits for his response.

“Marcus wanted it done.” He explained, with a sad tone in his voice. He was afraid of what he heard Kady could to a man who turned on her. “He said, after the fourth of July and we would get our independence day, and be free of you.” Wrong answer.¬†He knew that wasn’t the smartest thing to say to an assassin but he was in lots of pain and it just came out. “He said, you were a nuance and that you wouldn’t be the only one. He’d go after your whole league.” Roy finally broke down into tears and collapsed on himself but was frightened again when Kady appeared on the other side of the crate like wall between them, with one last dart tightly locked in her hand.

Kady quietly smiled at him in the same way he did before running for cover. Roy tried to get up once last time to runaway from her but it wasn’t going to happen with his injury, so he knew he was an easy picking.

“Tell your boss that if he hurts anybody else, I will kill him.”¬† Kady said with one last jab, the dart stabbed him in the upper thigh and watched him wince in pain as his leg started to rapidly bleed through his jeans. Now, with her mission sort of finished, she asked him one last question. “By any chance do you know where my chair is?” She said in a charming voice. All Roy could do was obey and point north and watched her fade away from view and heard her grab ahold of the chair that was tipped over on its side, and gradually climb in it and once she was safely seated, she began to collect her darts but once she made it back to Roy for the last one, she slightly pinched the end of it and watched him groan on the floor, not so confident now.¬†She¬†pulled on it and once out, she wiped it on his shirt and slid them back into her boot. “You’ll need to think twice before messing with me Roy.”

After rolling away from the wounded Roy, she found the older man who had ran back into his office and was suddenly terrified of her now. “Call an ambulance for him, okay?” She calmly said to him, while he could only motion a nod to her. She nodded back and lifted the front of her chair over the cracked concrete and went towards her car. She smelled the fresh air as she searched her keys inside her other boot and it clicked twice, unlocking the door. She parked her chair by the front seat and wrapped her arms around the side of the seat and inside of the car to pull herself in to sit down. She quickly took the brakes off and folded it up and threw it in the backseat before starting up the car and closing the door to drive away.

So, what did you think of my “little” free write of the week?

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Writing Prompt: The Dying Phoenix

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I swear I surprise myself every day! I haven’t been so inspired to write any stories since my last one in March, but I was literally scrolling through Pinterest and I found this and I had something within me and I just decided to roll with it. I’m treating this like a free write, so don’t shocked if you see any mistakes on here, okay?

The prompt banner says, “Write the story of a magical creature missing their species’ key feature (a siren without a voice, a unicorn without a horn, a dragon without fire, etc). At first I was inspired by the “a siren without a voice” but then I thought about looking into other mythical creatures and remembered Phoenixes and thought this would be kind of cool to explore a dying phoenix. So I hope you all enjoy this little story!


I am dying.

We are all dying in our nests, awaiting to be reborn, and discover new worlds among men. It’s a lifetime achievement to be present in every birth, genius invention, and war. You are there as a sign that the circle continues and never ends, you give the humans hope for their future, but what happens when you are the one, who is constantly dying and on the urge of never awakening? There’s no direct answer to that, but yet I am living it.

My name is Sonnet. Yup, that is my name. It was given to me by my master, Edmund Groose (Gross). He was given a phoenix for his 44th birthday, after being ill for some time. He thought of me as a good sign, as phoenixes are generally always dying and coming back to life, but I was never a good luck bird to him or anyone else for that matter.

He told me while I was perched inside the bar in my bronze cage, that he gave me that name for his love of poetry, as he was infatuated with my brightly colored feathers, of purple and green. I looked like a peacock more than a phoenix honestly. I was to be his companion for 14 years, which is the exact lines of a written sonnet. After his untimely death, I was sent away to another master, and another, and another after him.

In all I had a total of 14 masters in my lifetime.

Now you might think this is unusual, but I never once died and was reborn with any of them. I was a young bird at the start and lived out the lives of the people around me, but was never the spectacle of the other phoenixes of the world. While I aged throughout the decades, my colors started to fade but never exploded into a ball of fire at the end of the day like some many others, I stayed and suffered through the fiery pain inside.

I was never unhappy with my situation though. I was going through what some many others were, I was slowly dying and I actually relished in that feeling. I was always afraid that once I made my first rebirth, if I’d still have my memories of my previous owner? Would I still want to look outside the window into the morning sunrise and be given freshly caught fish from the sea? I often wondered if I’d still feel the same as I always had after I came back and lived again.

The world had not changed too drastically from the time I was given to Edmund Groose in the 1800’s, as I wasn’t exposed to too much, as it was illegal to have such an exotic bird of my kind but I was basically a family heirloom to the Groose family. I never left the house or roughly my cage in the corner of the spare bedroom. It was a dark and gloomy room to let such a magnificent bird sleep, but when I was let out for some excercise, the room itself was big enough to fly around the columns on the walls and even sit on the windowsill to absorb as much sunlight as I could to hopefully bring back my beautiful hue on my body and even my spirit, but over time I realized that it wasn’t working and that I was officially dying for good.

The pain is beginning to be too much for me. I can hardly stand up on the bar at the top of my cage. The cage I was originally in, is breaking apart at the seams right along with me. I no longer have the strength to stand up, as the heat of the fire within me is burning the muscles and bones in my body. My feathers are slowly decaying, one by one falling and drifting down to the floor. Once there, the green shade had turned into a black and fragile texture to the touch.

I hope I die and never come back, for I’d like to be the one phoenix that never rises from the ashes. The enigma to other birds of my species to be afraid of what could happen to them, but the question remains, would they accept death or divert altogether?

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Why I Didn’t Participate In #CampNaNoWriMo

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Howdy!

I know I said that I wouldn’t publish a new blog post for today, but I decided that I needed to put one up today because it’s Monday and we’re starting a new week and a brand new month tomorrow.

Back in November, I decided to participate in National Novel Writing Month, or simply “NaNoWriMo” which is where aspiring authors attempt to write out their novels in thirty days. If you want to reach the main goal of 100,000 words, you have to follow a certain word count, but when I started on it, I realized that I wasn’t going to be able to hit that quota every single day, so I made a decision of whatever amount of words I did was better than nothing at all.¬†Unfortunately, I didn’t last very long. By the time week three came around, I was basically over it beyond belief. I actually do this while working on blog posts too. Everytime I get past a certain point, my brain just shuts down to where I don’t want to do anything, much less write anything.

I had made plans to attempt to do “Camp NaNoWriMo” this month, which goes on twice a year (the other is July and we all know that won’t happen!) as I was told, apparently it’s the same thing, but you have more freedom so you don’t have to follow the rules of the challenge as you would in the month of November. I wanted to work on my outline a little bit more before I jumped back into this, but I didn’t have the energy to work on it. I actually found a lot of different articles on Pinterest to hopefully look into sometime and write out some of their helpful tips and tricks into my notebook, but I need energy to do all of this and like I said, I don’t have it at the moment.

Here were some of the pieces I found that I’m hoping to look at soon and I thought I’d share them with you so you could get an insight into what I’m looking for right now.

And there are things on my Pinterest board that talk about things like flaws, how to kiss, and there are important ones like how to write characters that have ADHD and/or who are deaf, which have been very helpful since my story does discuss disability. I’m still hoping to find something about writing characters with different physical disabilities, because I have a couple of characters with two different noticeable disabilities in my story that I’d like to showcase but instead of showing them as burdens or as the comic relief, they have a powerful presence to themselves that will hopefully change the reader’s perspective of the disabled community as a whole.

One thing that I really need help on is finding more information about the ins and outs about bunkers. I have thought of changing my original location with another that I’ve recently heard about, but I need to know how to recreate the atmosphere of a bunker and community within it. So if anybody knows of good links that could help me, please send them to me.

Did you participate in Camp NaNoWriMo? If so, how did you do? Do you have any advice for those who have issues getting going in the first place? Plus, does anybody else have like a certain week in a month where they have a hard time concentrating? 

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Writing Prompt: 3/4

Click To Claim Your Free eBook Of The Most Popular Prompts | Prompt | Dialogue | Writing | Inspiration | Read | Starter | Conversation | TFR‚Äôs Writing Prompts | Number 320 | Novel | Story | Writers CornerIt’s been a really long time since I’ve been inspired to write a little story on the top of my head, but I saw this on Pinterest and was instantly hit with a full on dialogue of these two characters. I may not describe them as good as I normally would, so I’m sorry!

Ughhhh! 

“What’s wrong with you now?” She said, as she slammed the locker in front of her and turned around to see her best friend stood silently in front of the wall with his head tilted downward, and his eyes were blinking slowly.

“I don’t want to go home.” Chris finally told her. “Cory is going to be home from college for spring break. For some reason the jackass came home instead of going to Florida with his friends and you know how my folks are, they’re going to ignore me for the rest of the week and dote on him the entire time. Can I just stay over at your house? I can hide in your closet, I wouldn’t make a peep I promise!” He said with a panicked look on his face.

Dana rolled her eyes. “What is your deal with you two anyways? You guys used to be best buds back in the day, right?” She said as she began walking away from him.

“Oh, supposedly I took out an old girl friend and I guess I wasn’t allowed to do that.” Chris sighed and rolled his eyes at the thought of explaining the circumstances to him over the phone. “I thought that only happened with you females. Don’t you get all territorial with old flames?” Chris ran up to catch up with Dana but considering the look on her face, he quickly regretted that decision!

“If the relationship ended on mutual terms then yes, we can still be attached and hope you and that other person can get back together one day.” Dana continued to walk down the hallway. “Besides, isn’t that what you guys say so you can just get into our pants later on?” Touche.¬†Dana’s sassy side was showing in full force today!

As they approached the front doors of the school, the rest of their classmates crowded the stairs, who were finally free to reach for their phones and put on sunglasses to shield their eyes from the bright sun glazing in the sky above them. The lines of buses sat running loudly on the road opposite of them and as the students began to fill up each one, they’d finally move out on their long journey home.

Chris and Dana walked slowly over to her car, a little baby blue beetle that she’s always wanted. Unfortunately, it wasn’t up to its former glory after the many, many accidents she put it through in the last two years! Thankfully she was never hurt but still, the little bug had some gnarly dents and none of the wheels went together, but hey, she was just glad it started in the morning!

As they climbed in and buckled themselves into their seats, Chris’s anxiety was at an all time high. Dana turned on the car and quickly flipped on the radio, they took a break from her streaming app, as her phone desperately needed to be charged up. For Chris’s sake, they needed some old school radio jams! The first song that came on was early 2000’s Usher, good ole R&B can make anyone be in a happy mood again!

Within a half an hour later, the two had sore throats and had a few scares as not only did Dana almost hit a tree but she also killed two squirrels on their way to their old neighborhood. Honestly Dana did not deserve a driver’s license and Chris was surprised she still had one in the first place! The little beetle bug came into the gravel road towards Chris’s family house and when they instantly hit the first pieces of rock, Chris could feel his stomach doing cartwheels.

“If you’re gonna throw up, there’s plastic bags on the floor.” Dana said as she slowly trucked onto the road. It wasn’t to help Chris, she was more afraid that if she sped up that one of her wheels were to fall off!

As Chris grabbed the bags off the floor where his feet were, he began to look a little worried when he saw a perfectly good knife on the stained carpet. The sudden feeling of blowing chunks all over her car disappeared. “Why do you have a knife in here or do I want to know?” He said with a confused look on his face. She gave a sly smile and turned her eyes back to the road.

“Can I hit him with your knife?” Chris said with a soft grin on his face.

“I believe the technical term is ‘stab'” As Dana shot back the strange comeback to her best friend.

“Well, I don’t want to stab the poor bastard. I mean, I don’t hate him that much.” He said as he put the knife back underneath his seat.

“You’re brothers, by the time you guys are in your thirties, you’ll both be married and you will be fine.” Dana said as they slowly began to see the row of large houses come into view. “Just be happy you have a sibling. Even if he is a dick.”

Forgive me if there’s grammar issues, I just wanted to do a little fun, free write tonight. Hope you like it!

snowflake

 

NaNoWriMo | Am I Finished Or Not?

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Howdy!

So we’re done with November and the question that is burning on everybody’s mind is, am I finished with my novel or not? Well, I’ll just say this, I never really expected to be finished with my first draft in 30 days. I don’t think anybody should expect these results, especially in the first year you participate.

So how did it go?

After the first week was over, I counted up both sections and I went passed the 10,000 mark! I was very proud of myself, but the third week was a bit rough for me, because I went through my lady days and I was really uncomfortable so I basically took time off and waited until after Thanksgiving was over to get back into everything. I felt incredibly guilty because I had done such a good job of not giving into my demons and for a while I was able to keep them at bay.

After the week was done, I did not finish the rest of the month. It was mostly because of the fact I still wasn’t feeling good, but I wasn’t as motivated to work on it as I had in the beginning of the month. However, I do want to tell you the exact word count of my unfinished product so far, which is 14,207 words!

What’s next for me?

The more I thought about it, I started to feel more confident in what I had done, I know I’m not a failure. I was actually happy that I decided to do it, or else it would have stayed locked up inside my mind, which majority of it is still there, but I mean at least I have a better idea of what I want done and know what to do work on, because I know I need to read up on my fight/training scenes and how to do better dialogue.

I do know that I want to finish my outline. I was never able to finish that and I think that’ll really help me with figuring out where to add my antagonist’s point of view in there. I need to find out if the big cataclysm in my story is big enough to motivate all of my characters into the world that they’re living in, because I feel I haven’t really explained that very well in what I’ve written so far. I’d also like to do more interviews to get a better understanding of my main character and his condition. So anybody that has adult ADHD, paralyzed, has a prosthetic and/or visually impaired or if you are a parent that has a child with it, will you be up for an interview?

I need to look into more information about underground bunkers, luckily for me I’ve watched several specials lately and I could use them as references. I need to do some more research on different locations either inside Washington D.C. or outside of the state of Delaware as a good placement for the setting of my story.¬†I also need to figure out my weapons. I have a whole book about them, but I haven’t exactly read it yet, so I’m hoping in the new year I will actually look into that and so what I can come up there. I have one other idea to look into if the book doesn’t really help me.

Should you join NaNoWriMo next year? 

I think if you are a writer and have a clever idea for a book, I think you should definitely look into NaNo for 2018.

If you do decide to try it, please don’t do what I did and cram everything in one week before you actually start writing! For one thing, you will feel scattered brain because you have trained to focus on little scenes and now you have to add more details into your actual writings.

The word count of 1,667 is intimidating as hell, but if you decide early on that whatever amount of words you write that day will work out better than forcing yourself to ramble on! I always felt proud if I got passed triple digits and two pages each day, to me that was enough!¬†Do NOT push yourself! If you don’t feel like writing that day, then you need to take a break. Read a book or watch your favorite TV show or movie. Do anything else beside writing to help you relax your brain and maybe the next day you can jump back into it.

I hope you have enjoyed these follow up posts and if I continue on my journey of writing my book, I will keep you updated I promise!

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