Tag: Writing

Way of the Dark Arts

Have you ever wondered what it’s like to have magical abilities? Did you ever want to master pyromancy and set ablaze the place that was once your sanctuary, but is now a land of cursed memories? Do you know how quickly you can make somebody die from hypothermia if you could encase them in a block of solid ice? Why walk through a forest in the dark when you can shock a corpse and turn it into a usable source of light?

The possibilities for magic is endless. And Salnia is here for me to bestow upon her the element of her choice; she’s been begging me for days to take her under my wing as my apprentice Primal Witch.

“Take up your catalyst,” I command her, “and show me just what you plan on doing with your newfound power.”

From the bottom of the steps to my throne, Salnia eagerly looks at me as she raises her hand, “I have already brought my catalyst, my Mistress! It is one that I shall make sure to constantly carry with me at all times.”

Why does she have her hand up? I question to myself. I inch forward a bit from my throne of human carcasses, taking note of a faint, gold shimmering effect around one of Salnia’s fingers. Curiositiy takes hold of me as I approach, the skeletal steps cracking underneath my feet.

“What catalyst have you already selected for yourself? What are you willing to sacrifice in order to unlock your latent powers?”

I grab Salnia’s hand and keep it open, palm side up. Aged scaring and slashes are prominent all across her entire palm, irregularities in healed skin showing how many times one spot was cut open. A golden ring is loosely wrapped around her ring finger; there’s a name engraved on its underside, but there’s a scratch across it, making it completely illegible. I don’t hesitate to take the ring off to get a better evaluation of it.

“This ring seems to have gone through some wear and tear, has it not?” I ask.

Salina nods as she confirms, “Yes. It is the ring given to me on my wedding day. That was quite some time ago…”

“And you want to make this your catalyst. Why is that?”

“That ring has nothing but evil and malicious memories tied to it, memories that I will never be able to forget.” Salina gets up from her kneeling pose and stands up straight in front of me. When I look into her eyes, I can see a growing darkness emerging from within. “And I shall use those memories as my fuel for learning the kind of magic I intend on mastering.”

The talk of evil and darkness, using bad memories as her fuel for mastering magic. She’s using a gift of her from a time she one lived in bliss and happiness, but the marks on her hand tell the opposite. I can’t help but smile when I have an idea of what kind of magic my new apprentice would like to study.

I put the ring back on her finger as I ask one final question, “Salina, my future Primal Witch apprentice. What kind of magic and sorcery have to decided on to learn? Shout out your purpose and I shall decide if your intentions are worthy enough of my time and effort.”

Salina closes her eyes as she takes a deep breath to clear her mind. Her eyes focused on mine and her hands clutched, she yells out, “Show me the way of abysmal magic so I can torture my husband in the afterlife!”


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— via Daily Prompt: Bestow

April Note – 4/23/2018

Is it too late to file my taxes?

Well, yes it is. Unless I file for an extension, but even then, I wouldn’t know how to go about it… Wait, ignore all that. Forgot I filed like last week.

Happy April, everybody. I hope your month has been full of cool, spring weather, where all you need is a light jacket when you want to take your casual stroll around town just for the fun of it. The trees are starting to get their bloom sessions started, the sun is staying out longer so now it won’t be dark at four in the afternoon, and the nice breezes are relaxing to be caught in.

Hopefully, for those who have the stressful daily routine of doing the usual nine-to-five grind (or maybe it’s a three-to-eleven, I don’t know your guys’ schedules) haven’t had too much drama or an unwanted increase in workload at the office. As for me, the constant fixing of checking peoples’ work for errors and forced to fix them before they’re sent out to customers is starting to take a toll on me. The increasing volume of a boss gone rouge and mad with power just puts me in a bad mood whenever I hear it, even if I’m not the intended target. The tight, gut-sucking walkways are way more narrow than they should be, making it even harder just to walk around. To sum up: it’s starting to suck way more.

But I need a job, so I gotta deal with it. ‘Tis my tale.

Ok, enough about me complaining. Onward to the writing stuff.

I’ve been experimenting with my style of writing, trying to fine-tune it and figure out exactly how I want to write my stories. I’ve come to notice that I swap between two different styles based on what genre I’m writing, which I don’t think is too bad. As long as I’m able to keep the story moving, I guess it’s okay.

I know it’s been a while since I’ve updated the more constant series I’ve been working, mostly Alex and Sam’s Daily Life  and Legends of the Dark, and I want to change that either by the end of April or in the beginning of May. I’ve been having a build-up of ideas and it’s time for me to finally put them to paper. So be on the lookout for new updates from them!

I’ve also decided that I’m mostly going to post new things on a Monday-to-Friday basis, trying to keep the weekend posting to a minimum. I’ll still post on Saturdays and Sundays, but probably for like quick drabbles or flash-fiction stuff. I want to use the weekends to better prepare myself for the next week of posting.

Welp, that’s all for now. I hope you all have a smooth sailing through the rest of April!


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Display of Honor

The crowd standing below me are all yelling and chanting in a frenzy, just waiting for the final verdict to be given. It has been quite some time since the last public display of force, so I can understand why they’re all so anxious to see what kind of verdict they’re expecting. However, based on the way the crowd are acting, I can tell they want everything to end violently.

“Bash his filthy skull into the pavement!”

“Don’t give him a chance to try and defend himself; he knows he did wrong!”

“Show the splatter on the mallet afterwards!”

I’ve come to appreciate the bloodlust emanating from the townspeople. But their desire is little to none when compared to my own. Ready to let this come to an end, I carefully pushed myself up from my throne and stepped up to the end of the balcony, “My fellow Tavarian people. It is time.”

The excitement of the crowd skyrocketed when they heard my voice call out to them. In almost perfect unison they all turned back towards the castle wall and gazed upward at me, cheering and applauding at my entrance. They start begging for me to give the final verdict as their anticipation is nearing its peak. Although I already knew how today’s display will end, I wanted to tease them just a bit longer.

“Before I give my verdict,” I started, “I understand the Warden would like to make sure everybody is on the same page.” Slowly raising my hand, I point towards the ironclad figure standing on the wooden stage in the center of the courtyard. Next to him is a man, bound by his wrists and ankles, thrown to his knees, and his head hanging off the edge of a stone display. “Warden, would you please.”

Placing his gauntleted fist across his chest, the Warden gave a slight bow before speaking, “Thank you, your Highness.” In a proud display of honor, the Warden then banged on his chest, the chest-plate ringing loudly across the yard, as he roared, “For Tavaria!”

The crowd let out a roar of their own, repeating over and over “For the honor of Tavaria, for the pride of Tavarian might!”

“Tavarian might is absolute. Tavarian honor submits to none,” I whispered under my breath. I felt the blazing energy from the crowd resting in my chest, but I had to keep myself under control; a queen does have their own honor to uphold at times.

The Warden couldn’t help but laugh with glee at the people, feeling joyous at the strong display from the people of Tavaria. However, he knew that this gathering wasn’t to boast, but to punish. He raised his hand and said, “At ease, all. Let us proceed with today’s event.”

Screwdriver

“Tell me, Mr. Hudson. What goes on in that thick skull of yours? You seem to the be type of person who lets their mind wander about all day and night. Or, perhaps you just do that to help you forget the worries and stressful nature of your daily life.”

Ezekial kept up his casual, back and forth pacing in the darkened room. Even with just a single, low-hanging light bulb in the center of the room, he could catch the glimmering of the various tools scattered along the ground. He picked up a small hammer, eyeing the light layer of rust on the top of the claw – the part that helps take out nails, “This could be useful. I should go through all my options first.”

Without looking behind him, Ezekial lobbed the rusty hammer over his shoulder. Before hearing the sound of crashing metal, the screaming of a man came from behind him. Ezekial’s skin hardened full of goosebumps as the man continued screaming for a bit longer; sobs and pleading started replacing the scream.

“Why are you doing this to me? What have I ever done to you?”

Ezekial came to a sudden halt, “‘What have I ever done to you?’ You really don’t know why I brought you here? Are you that fucking dense?”

With his face buried in his hands, Ezekial took a moment to to breath, about to let out a scream of his own, but the only thing that came out was a loud, exhausted sigh. Part of him couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of this man’s mouth. It just made him more angry, wanting to put all of this behind him. However, Ezekial didn’t want to just finish his current job; he wanted to relish and enjoy the sight a bit longer before bringing it all to an end. He looked down in front of him and saw a broken screwdriver, the head of it gone, leaving a razor-edge point in place.

Ezekial juggled the screwdriver in his hand as he turned to face the man. Placed under the light bulb in the center of the room sat a wounded man, chained and bound by his wrists, ankles and chest. Gashes and bruises mark the marked the man’s entire body, blood tricked down and formed a small pool around his feet. Chunks of his grey hair are gone, like somebody has been dragging him by the scalp.

The man could barely keep his head up to look at Ezekial. His strength reserves were near its end, and he wanted to try and use whatever he had left to try and survive the torture he was expecting to happen.

Seeing the injured man put a strange gurgling sensation in the center of Ezekial’s stomach. It was a very familiar sensation he’s come to recognize after years and years of giving into his hobby. He’s managed to see a bunch of the people who he’s had conflict with in the past and managed to find closure. Today was no different.

He crept up to Nathan, the man bound to the chair. With his free hand, Ezekial grabbed him by a clump of his hair and forced him to look up. Seeing Nathan’s bulky neck, the broken screwdriver pressed against his windpipe, just moments away from piercing straight through it with enough force.

“Nathan Hudson. Born in September of 1972. Graduated top of his class in high school and got a full scholarship to Uni of Nevada. You had it all.”

“How do you know all of this about me…?”

Ezekial’s face was covered in a frown full of hate, “I have my sources. But don’t fret. You won’t be missed.”


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— via Daily Prompt: Fret

Coroner’s Opinion

“What do you think happened here, Boss?”

“To be honest, I’m not entirely sure myself. I’ve never seen anything like this before. And on top of that, the evidence found at the crime scene isn’t even giving us some kind of clue as to what could do harm like this.”

“Edged weapons could easily do cuts and slashes like this though.”

“These kind of slashes are too clean–there’s no way somebody could have tore through skin and bone so easily. Besides, the cut isn’t the only thing I’m worried about.”

“You’re talking about the strange, green liquid around the edge of where the limb was cut?”

“Yeah. It would be easy enough to say that it’s just splash splatter from something breaking, but the fact that it’s around the injury, it makes me wonder if the edged weapon was laced with something. I mean, look at it: it’s fucking glowing on a cold corpse. There’s no way this is something naturally occurring.”

“We’ll just have to wait until the fluid samples come back then, Boss.”

“In my twenty years of working as a coroner, I’ve seen countless kinds of cases where somebody was slashed to death. All of them were easily identifiable based on the depth of the stab wound and the puncture site itself. But to see an entire limb cut clean off and see a strange ring around it, I honestly can’t figure this out. I almost want to say that whatever did it isn’t even human.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“What I mean is, we may not be dealing with a murder, but a hunter-prey thing.”


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— via Daily Prompt: Luminescent

Healer By Trade [18+]

In a weird way, I can see myself acting like the same kind of character like the one I play in my video games. I always tend to go for the one that looks over everybody, making sure they’re all okay and wanting to keep them in tip-top condition. 

And in my actual life, I’m always doing my best to try and keep my girl happy and healthy. But just like in video games, I won’t always be given an easy task to complete. But, with a big of creativity and technique, I can do just about anything.

And tonight, it involves feeling “frisky.”

From the loudness of her voice and the constant use of the word “Fuck,” I can’t help but assume work was more than stressful today.

I give her a warm smile. I know she didn’t mean to say that to me, “It’s alright, baby.” I plant a quick kiss on her heated cheek to accept her apology.

Monster Madness – What’s Better: Bleaching or Slime?

“Till death do us part.” It’s a simple line, yet it holds a deep and complex significance behind it. So many say those words, some fall apart rather quickly, and very few actually manage to make it until death is at their door.

In this case, death literally came for them but gave them another life: the life of a living skeleton. After living as a skeleton for so long he has forgotten what it’s like to be human. But he doesn’t mind it at all. However, his wife has a different idea about it.

After a few seconds of hearing my genuine laughter she finally looks at me again with a small smile on her face.

“But come on! You look handsome as a human, with your light brown hair and caramel-color skin. Why don’t you go to an alchemist to become fully human again?”

Monster Madness – Integration at the Counter

Have you ever looked at somebody and automatically assumed they acted a certain way based on your passed experiences? It’s an all too common thing that everybody does at some point in their life, whether they think of something positive or negative.

But out of all of the times that it occurred, how many of those times actually turned out to be completely different than what you expected? Did that person act differently, much more differently than you expected?

Even though I caught the end of the man’s story, I’m interested in knowing a bit more about the struggles of his work. I look at him to give my attention in case he begins a new tale.

I take another sip of my drink as I face the man, his light brown eyes already looking at me. He raises his glass at me with a big grin on his face, “Bosses are the worst part about working in an office, wouldn’t you agree?”

Monster Madness – Knight of the Red Scale – Part One

There’s well-found honor in accepting a duel from an opponent. Whether one uses a spear, a sword, or mace, a warrior with the heart for battle never lets an opportunity to test their skill go to waste. In this instance, a wandering knight in search of supplies for repairs stumbles upon a resident from a mountain landscape.

With an opponent with unusually red skin, the knight openly accepts the invitation to a duel. Should the knight win, they’ll get the supplies. And if they fail…? 

She follows the red sky and can see where it transitions into the calming blue sky above the forest, “Just a bit further now.”

The figure’s barely covered in any clothing, seeming to only be dressed in armor created from red and brown scales that resembles a raging flame.

Monster Madness – Youngster by the Dumpster

Happy March Monster Madness, everybody! I hope your March has been going well.

I kept my promise and will be posting mostly monster related stories throughout the month of March. And even though this is just the first one, I still have enough time to pump out some more stories for your hungry eyes!

To kick off our Monster Madness, I decided to keep it a bit simple. Our story involves a high school girl heading home, when she decides to take a shortcut through a dark alleyway. That’s usually never a good sign.

What do you think is going to happen? Well, continue reading Youngster by the Dumpster to find out!

Enjoy!

March Monster Madness!

March Monster Madness!

Hello all, hi every person who reads this!

Can you believe it’s already March of 2018? This year really has been flying by, leaving everything in the sands of time. Or winds of time if you live in a windy city, or something. I dunno where you guys live.

Well, regardless of what wonderful country you reside in, it’s indeed March for everybody. And here in North America, it’s also that time of the year for March Madness. For those who doesn’t know what it is, March Madness is a yearly basketball tournament that typically takes up most of the month of March that is done by the National Collegiate Athletic Association, or NCAA for short.

In the spirit of following the theme of a “March Madness,” I want to put my own spin on it. How? Simple.

I’m doing a March MONSTER Madness! Throughout the entire month, I’ll be posting stories that revolve around the theme of monsters, whether it’s about some dangerous beast rampaging and destroying villages and towns, a small unknown creature finding the comfort in a cave, or something stupid like a demon forgetting how to fold laundry.

I’ll be using monsters from various kinds of folklore, legends and other mythological resources I can find. Some may be common to everybody, there might be a few obscure ones, and there might even be some new ones I’ve never heard of.

I at least want to post about five or six this month. I’ll try to add some variety in them as well. I’m sure you guys get tired of reading the same thing over and over. And of course, I will be trying to update current series and posting flash fictions here and there.

If you have an idea about a monster or creature you’d like to see a story about, feel free to drop me an email!

What kind of monsters are you hoping to read about in March Monster Madness?


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Unexplained Powers

History has shown that magic had some kind of influence on the events in the past. Even if people couldn’t see it if a certain person acted a way that wasn’t deemed “normal” for that era, magic would be the explanation. Often executing or put to exile, people were outcasts for even the simplest of things that could easily be explained in the modern era.

However, in some of those cases, people were lucky when the person they killed or exiled actually did use magic, whether the public knew it or not. Now, as society has developed to a new age, there are some things that science just can’t explain.

Such as how this woman is floating high in the sky below the streets.

Calezia raised her hand towards the clear night sky. Somehow, even though there wasn’t a cloud in sight, a large bolt of lightning struck down, colliding with her hand.

One of the policemen screamed out, “Spread out, she’s about to fire!”