Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Under the rain

Okay first off this one got a little wordy and a lot more depressing than I thought it would. Who would have thought that character would form like that. There is mention of death in here, so if you would rather not read it go ahead, again all these are first draft drables, I'll probably refine them later not sure.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Give up

This is theme 93, but yes it's the start of my little story.  I think with the themes I'll stick with the same three characters I have a world already forming in the back of my head so yeah some of these may be a little longer than 300 words.

Anyway!  the story.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Constantly changing ever the same (Part one)

Please forgive me this is another one that I haven't finished.  It's setting is steampunk, though I do love the main character.  It'll be interesting to develop it further, Meghan Wolfe is hard to write, she's unlike a lot of my other characters.  Constance is a blast to write when she gets loud.  Though who wouldn't want to write a mechanic with an airship and a noble mission?

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

magic of words (Part one)

 This was started in 2009, and I'm slowly trying to get back into the story.  I'm amazed I can find the notes for it!

Part one:
Word count 1061

Personally I missed my truck.  It had been a deep forest green, four-wheel drive, and I had to actually climb to get into the monster.  Reason I didn’t have it anymore… My Ex husband took it when he kicked me out of the house.  He hadn’t even bothered to tell me in person that he wanted the divorce.  We had been married for eleven months, dating and living together for two years before that.  The jerk even took my house in the deal.  What did I get?  My laptop, and a headache; which was probably why I had taken the bus, a four hour drive was turning into a ten hour one.  I had to meet with my editor, well, the man that was running my website.  I was living in a crummy little apartment in a crummy little dying town in the Appalachians, and he lived in a small city near Philly.  Figured letting a bus take me up would save on gas and trying to coax my rust bucket, the only thing I could afford after the divorce, really, why the hell does a truck driver, who’s on the road twenty days of the month need a four bedroom house, besides, he hated the place anyway, up in the mountains which allowed for a relaxing retreat.  My fault for marrying a city kid right?