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Aftermath - BowlerHatGirlAftermath
Only a month has passed. One month since the local news told us that odd chemicals had been found in the sewers. Or since Tommys preschool called, saying that the only part of him they could find was his left hand. One month since the monsters first attacked.
My parents were killed last week. They were at a casino, getting supplies, when three monsters came in. They walk on two legs. They run like mad. They sliced up mom and dad and ate wildly.
I found their left hands on my bed the next morning.
Todays the month-a-iversary. I think. I dont know what to believe now. I used to think DC was the safest place in the USA. I used to think my parents cared about me.
But now I know DC is the least safe; it was the first place the monsters attacked. And I know mom and dad would sell my soul in a heartbeat; they almost did.
We were driving to safety. Two monsters came and jumped the car. It was then that mom and dad begged them to kill me instead of t
BWC 2 - ConnorchapDinner with Dave
Sunday, October 10, 2004, 9:40 P.M.
Besides the clacking sounds of metal on stone that could be heard faintly from the other room, and the dull bass hum occupying the empty air, the musty sitting area was currently rather silent. A few boxes couldnt really have been said to clutter up the corner of the room, though they tried very hard for at least a modicum of disorderly arrangement. A sofa and a recliner sat in only vague need of cleaning near the left center of the room, and then the right side of the room bore host to a none-too-scratched coffee table. The ring of stain on its surface was only slightly noticeable, and the bills and letters sitting alongside this stain could not accurately be judged to be strewn, other than by those of a particularly persnickety nature. Bookshelves claimed a few yards of the wall at the front of the room, and on their slightly dusty shelves displayed a few non-scholarly book at an angle that was not quite j
BWC 2 - CaptainQuirkLately, Ive been getting these headaches. Usually, theyre not so bad. But I never used to get headaches before and that worries me. It worries my father too, but only because he doesnt want it to affect my schoolwork. I think he cares about my grades more than he cares about me, because if I get a C on something, hell yell at me. What does he care? Its my life.
Hell demand, Andrew! Why arent you studying? To which I reply, I am.
Whether I am actually studying at that moment doesnt matter, because even if I were actually trying, he just threw off my concentration anyway. So either way, its pointless. My head hurts.
Sometimes it gets really bad. Like, so painful I cant function. There is one good thing about that, though. I can answer any of my family
TheCircle ch1-secretladyspiderHe learned the hard way.
Boy oh boy, that was the least of it.
The taste of iron rotted in his mouth as he sputtered out the small bit of blood that had come out, glaring at the foe, hating him with all he could muster. Droplets of sweat streamed down his face like tears as the new-formed rain plastered ebony hair to his acne-covered brow.
Rickety legs hoisted him up into standing. Standing was what mattered in the long run. Now the colorless T was totally see-through, the denims were their darkest navy, the tennis shoes leaking as their many cavernous holes ruptured forth. A chuckle, looking at the opponent, from the opponent it was a down to earth laugh. He found this hilarious.
Face it Sammie- tonights your last night.
The urge to charge was overcome by pangs in his chest from the beating he had just received. Sammie felt his loathing pulsing all the way through his veins, feeding on his pain like a bloodsucker does on an o
BWC 1 - ConnorchapAlright, Ill take that one, she said confidently, pointing.
The scroll-vendor looked up to her with the slightest wisp of befuddlement behind his eyes. My lady, forgive me, but I do not know what you mean.
The scholar, too, let loose a hint of befuddlement.
That one there, she repeated, gesturing once more to the scroll. Thats the one I would like.
Why this one? the scroll-vendor asked.
What? You asked me to pick one, and I did! Why not that one?
My lady, the scroll-vendor said apologetically, I am afraid that this scroll cannot be sold.
There was a small buildup of people behind the scholar by this point, waiting to see the scroll-vendors selection, anxiously peering over each others shoulders to see what the holdup was. The scholar looked with a furrowed brow at the pale scroll sitting unrolled on the counter. But its with the other scrolls for sale! It
BWC 1 - CaptainQuirkIn the dingy darkness of the ancient tomb, barely a sound could be heard. The sole key to orientation was the faintest shifting of grains of sand, farfetched, but the best the situation had to offer. Musty air rose around a net of latticed rope, which hung high but heavy over a straight drop into oblivion. Silence swallowed any sign of life, except for the far-off echos of two young but tired voices.
Shall I say I told you so?
Shut up, Winston.
The sixteen-year-old pirate captain stretched out, trying to find a position in which the nettings rough ropes wouldnt scratch her skin. It was no use. Shed been incarcerated a number of times before, as had Winston, her navigator, but neither of them had been in a trap so uncomfortable before. Kira thought back briefly to her home, the palatial luxury shed abandoned months before, and felt only minimal regret. After all,
TheLastDrop-Marianne-BlackdropAlejandra ripped the gas mask from her face, gasping for fresh air, and it hurt to breath, it hurt the gas on her lungs and the hot acid sensation in her nostrils. But it was worth it, she thought. A mighty thunderous sound exploded near by and she closed her eyes, trying in vain to cover her ears from the overwhelmig screams and pleading. The shots, the bombing.
Everywhere were only darkness, and the explosion lights were immediately engulfed by it.
She tried to stay calm, tried to remember where she was.
-¡Alejandra, run! -someone nearby yelled in fright, pushing her insistently forward.
Alejandra turned to saw someone of her unit, still with the gas mask on her face, still with a weapon on her hands.
Alejandra nodded and started moving toward one of the few constant and morbid lights.
-We ought to get there -yelled the woman on her back-, it's the last truck! they have given retreat order!
Alejandra nodded again, sure her comra
Recall Ch 1 - ConnorchapMaybe you murdered me, and your bad dreams are just a manifestation of your guilt.
Molly snorted, brushing her curly brown hair behind her ear. Did you even hear what I said?
You said, Caprivus, I hate to do this, and I hate to admit I was wrong but maybe you werent such a good target after all! Then you pasted me with a kernel. He didnt look up from the tablet he was prodding at.
Spencer, I just came it to tell you that dinners ready.
Not now, Molly. Im getting some good work done here.
Well, Im sure you can find out who murdered you after dinners done.
One minute, Spencer said distractedly, prodding at his tablet once more.
Molly sighed impatiently, glancing about the clutter of Spencers room with an offhand disapproval. The badly dusted bedroom was stacked with different display panels, flashing information needlessly across their muggy sur
Staging for WritingStaging in Regards to Writing
Setting up your scene, whether it be for a novel, short story or a script is an important aspect of writing a believable and understandable story. Staging is sort of like the layout of your world. It is imperative that the reader understand where setting(s) is, where the character(s) is coming from, going to, directions, names of places, and where people/things/places are in relation to one another.
Below I have provided an example of a written excerpt with good staging.
Sally stood in the middle of the mall, wondering where the food court was. Looking at the mall map towering before her, she found McDonald's on the first floor next to The Gap. Amy bounded up to Sally from behind the mall map carrying several shopping bags in her hands.
"If we head off that way," Sally said to Amy, pointing to the right, "We can get some lunch."
Okay, so this is a little on the simple and literal side, but it's very effe
Tips for Writing Writers 2
Step One: Coming Up With a Plot line
Ever wanted to write a story but have not known where to start? Or have you had to write one for class and been completely lost of words? Well than here is a few tips that might help you.
1. Think of one thing.
Just one simple thing. That thing could be a large final battle, it could be a dragon, or a clue to a murder, or even just a lamp glowing in an abandoned house. Whatever it is, once you have that one thing, you have to think of reasons why that one thing is so important. Maybe that lamp keeps the monsters of the house locked up for so long as it is on, maybe that dragon is stealing treasure from all the nearby kingdoms for the purpose of buying back her child, or maybe that clue is the murdered mans DNA that proves he never really died.
What ever that thing is, expand on it. Even if you just look around your house you might find it. Remove that "Oh, that's a stupid idea" mental block; in fact, blow up that bloc