Writing Wednesday!| NaNoWriMo

 

How has this month gone by so quickly! Dear god, I hope it could come back!

Hey, guys! This is the last writing Wednesday of March. It’s heartbreaking for me to write this, but I have some good news!

I’m going to be in April’s Camp NaNoWriMo!

If you don’t know what that is, it’s National Novel Writing Month. You write every day to fill your word count. I participated in last July’s and it worked… mostly. I got stuck and I couldn’t finish. I still have my manuscript, but I’m still at that part. It sucks lol.

But I’m going to make it easier on myself this year.

Right now, I have a different work in progress that I want to build characters for. I plan to write short stories for all of my characters that need development. So pretty much everyone lol. I already have one written down, I just need to type it up and edit it, then I should have one done. Don’t necessarily have a word count yet, but I’m not going to try and push myself to overcome it. As a previous writer, those stats they have are a little overwhelming for a newcomer.

I know this isn’t the writing Wednesday you expected, but I have big plans for next month that will blow your socks off. I can’t wait to show you guys what I have in store.

-C

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Laying in bed: A Poem

Laying in bed: A Poem

Here I am

In my cozy bed

All writhed up around the blanket

Yearning for those couple more minutes.

And yet I feel a sensation

One that never brings joy

I must urinate

And leave my warm destiny.

Oh gosh oh golly

Make this go away

I stayed up all night and am tired

Why am I a fool.

This is getting worse

It is out of hand.

My legs are shaking gently

To show that I love this bed.

Oh goddammit. I’ll get up.

I’ll leave my comfy prison.

And sit on a porcelain throne

That will leave my body frozen from it being so cold.

Once I finish I will leave and walk back.

But wait

Here’s a thought

I can get coffee

And crawl back into bed!

Writing Wednesday! | Poetry

Hey guys! I got some homemade poetry for you today. It’ll just be this post because I am SUPER behind on blog work. I love you and have fun!! btw these poems are kinda sad. I wrote them with certain people in mind and I wasn’t in a good headspace. They’re really short but whatever.

Reversed

Revered is one letter different that reversed. Reversed is to change two or more things to be opposite. Revered is to be deeply devoted to something. How can you revere someone you love when all you is the reverse?

Devoted

Devotion is a desire. If you aren’t devoted, how can you overcome the pains besides you?

Abyss

Falling into an abyss full of glass and mirrors.I touch the glass as a mirror closes me indie it. My friends float off elsewhere, leaving me. Inside the mirror, I see familiar faces, yet I can’t see them. It becomes clear to me now.I am the abyss of pain. I am unhurt because I am broken. Broken by the walls that I trapped around me.

A Lonely Friend

Pain is a pain. It hurts everyone. We strive for the best, but the outcome looks uninspiring. We desire to achieve the best for ourselves, yet we are broken people. We are told to overcome that pain and dissolute sorrow. The pain is comforting though. You can call it a friend. But who would want a pain as a friend?

Hidden

Hidden under my skin that no one claims. Hidden under a personality that others love. Hidden under a life I want better. Hidden under my thoughts no one sees.

Witchin’|| Writing Wednesday

Hey guys! For today, I have planned to let you guys read my (unedited, mind you) first chapter of my WIP! I hate the name for it now and will definitely change it. So, here we go!!

Winona sat in her room. “Hey, Win, will you help Jared with his lunch for school?” A voice boomed from downstairs. “Why can’t he do it on his own, dad?” She yelled back. “Because he’s ten and you said you’d teach him how you make your sandwiches, Winona Jean.” He yelled back. “Fine.” She yelled. Winona finished brushing her short black hair and went downstairs. “I’m off to work. Your mom will be here to pick up Jared after school to take him to soccer. You can take him to school, right Win?” Her father quickly opened the front door. Hearing that word just made her feel sick to her stomach. “Ugh, mom. I haven’t seen her in a long time. Are you sure she has to come? I can take him.” “She wants to see him.” “But not me, like always. What does she have against me?” Eric looked at her with remorse. “My car’s been acting funny, again. When can uncle Ronnie look at it?” She walked into the foyer of their large house. “Probably when his divorce papers are settled. I’ll look at it when I get home, okay?” Eric Vangello looked at his watch. “Got it. Bye, dad.” “Bye, dad!” Ten year old Jared yelled from the kitchen.

Winona walked into the kitchen “‘Kay, let’s do this. Are you sure you can handle this?” She joked. “Super Jared can do anything!” Jared said as she noticed his green and orange cape on around his neck. “There we go.” she said with a giggle escaping her lips. The two began to make a ham and cheese sandwich. Once the sandwich was finished Jared asked “Why does mom like me, but not you, Winnie?” Winona sighed “I have no clue, Jar. Ever since I was young, she just hasn’t liked me. She’s tried, but something seems to be stopping her.” She placed her head into her hand as she leaned on the kitchen counter. “Well, dad and I love you.” He hugged his sister. She laughed “Thanks little buddy. Now, it’s time for us to go to school!” He ran out of the kitchen zoomed away. She could only smile as she closed his lunchbox.

Perry walked up to Winona. “I put too much creamer in my coffee.” “Oh my god, boo hoo, nerd.” Winona joked as she pulled a notebook out. “It’s no laughing matter!” Perry pushed her. “What isn’t a  laughing matter?” Sam asked as he walked up to the lockers. “Perry’s coffee being too sweet.” Winona said as she looked at Sam. “Per, you always put too much. I have an idea, put less in.” He finished with a sarcastic gasp. Sam and Winona laughed as Perry took a sip of his coffee. “You two are so mean to me. I wish I had better friends.” He pouted as he opened his locker. As Perry’s locker door swung open, a piece of folded paper fell onto the floor. “Ooh, a love letter! Who’s it from?” Winona said as she flung her body towards the floor. She picked up the note. “It doesn’t say anything.” She opened up the paper. “What is this?” “Coordinates.” Sam looked over her shoulder. “It’s probably nothing-.” The bell for first period rang. “We gotta go.” He closed his locker. “We can go after school, right?” Winona asked the two. “I’m free.” Sam said as he closed his locker. “I guess so.” Perry said as he walked to class. “Let’s look to where they go.” Winona told Sam the numbers as he punched it into his phone. “The library?”

“Are you Perry Thronwell? Someone said you’d be coming in.” the receptionist sat up from her chair and grabbed something from behind the desk. “Here you go.” A small piece of paper slid onto the counter. The three walked away and peered at the note. “What am I looking at?” Sam stated impatiently. “They’re dewey decimal codes.” Perry read the code and looked at the shelves. “Haven’t you ever read a book before, Sam? Or are you on your computer all the time?” “Shut up. I haven’t been here before.” “Over here.” WInona and Sam  hurried past others nearby. “This is the local history section.” Winona stated. “That’s where whoever sent this led us to? Why?” “No clue, but it might have to do with this note hidden in ‘Town History and Lore’.” Perry took the book off the shelf. He opened it up the marked page. “‘The Coven of Chene’”. “Read it, dude.” Winona smacked him playfully.

Before urbanization existed, there were two small villages not too far from each other. One was the large, prosperous Chene, the other was the smaller, Sonne. Sonne was the type of village that hated anything different from them. They were sheltered, conservative, and angry. Chene was the opposite. They were happy and bewildered at the creativity of life.

The prophet of Chene was a magical being. Filled with wonder, the Prophet wanted to fill their mind with the knowledge of life. The prophet had four magical abilities: Growth, Control, Telekinesis, and Morph. Once Chene learned about their prophet, they gave four children to the magical being so they could have these abilities. As years went on, the prophet aged with the children beside them.

Sonne soon learned about the children and the abilities and murdered all of Chene. The angry village took the land of Chene and combined it with Sonne. the city grew and grew. It became a sheltered, power-hungry community. They felt they were superior to every village nearby. They had the world.

But what they didn’t know was that the five Prophets survived. They were away for the slaughtering. The hid in the village and continued to learn their abilities. No one knew about them. Until the Prophet passed and the children had no one.

They were split up from each other and went to other parts of the village. They were forced to go to school, forced to leave their friends, forced from using the powers.

But a stroke of luck appeared. A baby appeared in the middle of the village, wearing only a black cloth with a name tag around its wrist. The four Prophet found the child and alerted the other. It was their fifth half. The missing prophet.

The death prophet

They were told by the Head Prophet about this one. That on their passing, a baby would appear and become their fifth. The final prophet would bring death to whomever they felt. They would stay young forever as the others aged. The others were taught, but this one already knew what to do.

The five of them ran from their families and hid in the woods. They grew up and raised the fifth together. They would be a team in the end.

The rumor of them running away together spread through town, and people had heard of their powers. Once they were all grown, they decided to go back and have families to continue their bloodlines.

Their powers spread through the generations.

The three of them looked at each other as Perry put the book back. The silence settled in before someone crushed it. “Who would send us on a wild goose chase just to read a bogus story?” Sam said frustratedly. “Well,” Winona sighed “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because they think we’re hooligans?” Perry shrugged. “Maybe they thought we wouldn’t do it. We have to go, Win. Jared needs you to save him from your mom.” Winona grumbled “Stupid mom. Dammit, let’s go.” Sam and Winona walked together as Perry slowly walked behind them. “Per, what’s taking you so long?” Winona asked. “Just walking really slowly.” He said as he put his phone back into his pocket.

 

A Berlin Mystery

I hope you enjoy my German homework from high school. I had to write a short story about a detective. I translated it from German and edited the English. Also, I might post a Q&A so give me questions! 🙂

It was a cold and stormy night in Berlin. The trees were pushed by rain and wind. Detective Harper Kit wore a wool sweater to keep warm from the cold. Karl, her intern, went after a pile of gunk. “I think there’s a body in this,” said Karl.
They went to the pile. They removed the leaves from the pile. “That’s a body, alright.” Kit said. “I’ll call the commissioner.”
“Her identification card was in a wallet.” Karl spoke. “Her name is Veronika Kleinbach, she is twenty-seven years old and she lives in Austria.” “So, why was she in Berlin?” “She could be on vacation.” The intern spoke. “Was she married?” “No clue. She had no pictures in her wallet. “” Has anyone said she’s missing? ” ” Yes, an old lady in town. She said she was her grandmother. ” ” Call her. See what she has to say. ” Kit said as she walked out of the room.
Karl drove to the old lady’s house. He knocked on the door. When she opened the door, a cat ran out. “I’m sorry, come in, please.” He went into the house. “What’s your name?” “Carlotte Nemfi.” “So, Veronika was your granddaughter?” “Yes, she came to stay with me as she had to come for work.” “Do you know why she came here?” “She said business purposes, but she owns a bakery, so I do not understand why she came here.” “Do you know if she comes here to see someone?” “Well, she met a man when she came here, which was last month.” “Did she tell you his name?” “Oskar Brimtic”.
Detective Kit and Karl went to Oskar’s apartment. Kit knocked, but nobody answered. “Karl, smash the door.” Got it.” Karl stepped back and slammed his body against the door. It burst into the apartment. The two of them walked in as they found a body lying on the floor. “Is that him?” Asked Karl. “No, that’s looks to be his roommate, Fredrick Jones, he’s from America.” “I’m going to get a blood sample, it looks like he ate something.” Said Karl. “It looks like we have a cannibal in our hands, but Veronika was not eaten.” “Maybe he could not eat her yet.” “Oskar, are you here, my partner and I have to talk to you?” Kit said as she walked around the apartment. “I’m just so hungry.” A weak voice came from a bedroom. “We’re not here for him, we’re here for Veronika Kleinbach, do you know what happened to her?” “Fred killed her because she and I planned to sell his meat in her bakery.” He opened the door to his room. “I could not wait for her to come, but he killed her before she could kill him, I’m just so hungry.” He said as he stretched out his hands far enough for her to overthrow him. “Karl, I have him.” She said as she cuffed the crying Oskar. “I don’t care what you do to me, I just want to be alone.” Oscar said softly. “You will, Sweety, you will.” The three went out of the apartment. “Boss, did he eat Fredrick?” “Yes, Fredrick killed Veronika.” They said as she opened the door for Oskar. “Whoa.” “Get used to it, kid.” They got into the car and drove to the station.

The Prophets|| Short Story

Before urbanization existed, there were two small villages not too far from each other. One was the large, prosperous Chen, the other was the smaller, Sonne. Sonne was the type of village that hated anything different from them. They were sheltered, conservative, and angry. Chen was the opposite. They were happy and bewildered at the creativity of life.

The prophet of Chen was a magical being. Filled with wonder, the Prophet wanted to fill their mind with the knowledge of life. The prophet had four magical abilities: Growth, Control, Telekinesis, and Morph. Once Chen learned about their prophet, they gave four children to the magical being so they could have these abilities. As years went on, the prophet aged with the children beside them.

Sonne soon learned about the children and the abilities and murdered all of Chen. The angry village took the land of Chen and combined it with Sonne. the city grew and grew. It became a sheltered, power-hungry community. They felt they were superior to every village nearby. They had the world.

But what they didn’t know was that the five Prophets survived. They were away for the slaughtering. The hid in the village and continued to learn their abilities. No one knew about them. Until the Prophet passed and the children had no one.

They were split up from each other and went to other parts of the village. They were forced to go to school, forced to leave their friends, forced from using the powers.

But a stroke of luck appeared. A baby appeared in the middle of the village, wearing only a black cloth with a name tag around its wrist. The four Prophet found the child and alerted the other. It was their fifth half. The missing prophet.

The death prophet

They were told by the Head Prophet about this one. That on their passing, a baby would appear and become their fifth. The final prophet would bring death to whomever they felt. They would stay young forever as the others aged. The others were taught, but this one already knew what to do.

The five of them ran from their families and hid in the woods. They grew up and raised the fifth together. They would be a team in the end.

The rumor of them running away together spread through town, and people had heard of their powers. Once they were all grown, they decided to go back and have families to continue their bloodlines.

Their powers spread through the generations.

But I bet this is all just a myth though, right?

Beams.

“So, these beams that are coming out of your hands… What are they? What do they do?” Sam paced around the room. “Well, what Perry and I figured out is that they’re hot.’ Winona said as she looked at Perry’s injured hand. “Real hot.” She looked back at Sam. “Is that all you’ve tried? They could be energy- or light.” Sam brushed his hand through his thick blonde hair. “How could we test that? I can’t really point my hands at a bush, it might burn. Take Perry’s hand for example.” “We could try it at a plant, though. Odds are it won’t burn immediately, but we could plant a seed, water it, then you point your hands at it and we can see what happens.” Perry suggested.

The three of them decided to plant an onion seed at twilight. They filled a tiny watering can to the brim and dumped the water into fresh dirt. They placed the seed deep into the ground. “Are you guys sure that this could be it? Do you actually think I have sunbeams shooting out of my hands?” Winona questioned. “It’s something we can try.” Sam said as Perry shrugged.

Winona sighed as she pointed her hands to the ground. She closed her eyes and focused the beams out of her hands. Her body shook as the beams jutted out of her hands.

Perry.

“Come on, dude. You can’t me believe that our best friend is a witch. It’s just not possible.” Sam paced back and forth in his living room. “It’s true. I was there when it first happened. She’s been too terrified to tell anyone, I wanted to tell you weeks ago.” Perry plopped a teeny cookie into his mouth. “Weeks? How long has this been going on?” Sam faced Perry. The food in his mouth betrayed his speech “Couple months.”

Perry walked towards his car, grabbed his keys out of his pocket and unlocked his way into the car. Before he sat down, he looked into Sam’s bedroom window as Sam looked at him. He shook his head and got into the car. No one may believe me, but she needs his help. He thought.

Writing on The Blog?| Question

Hey, guys. As the title states, I was wondering if you would enjoy some short stories or similar things. I know some people just strictly want what the blogger has for content. I don’t have a strict content in general. So, it’d be pretty cool if I had at least one ongoing content. I’ve written on here before, but I want to be sure that you’d read it.

I’d pretty much write some short stories, maybe a short blog series or two, or maybe even glimpses of the novels that I write. You never know…

Would you guys enjoy some writing?

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