30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 30 – Jump Off

Thirty days already, huh? Man, what am I going to do now? I guess scour the Interwebs for daily writing prompts or something insane like that.

I just want to thank you all for reading. I know some days I produced better content than others (or sometimes I skipped out completely and had to catch up), but, hey, that’s life. I appreciate those who’ve stuck through the good and bad until the end.

And an extra big thanks to Mrs. Sara Crawford, who, without the prompts and the e-book, The 30-Day Writing Challenge, this would still be a barely used blog. Thank you for helping me break out of the procrastination rut.

Keep a look-out for more posts and maybe a book announcement someday (fingers-crossed, anyway).

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 29 – World Building (Fantasy, Science Fiction, or Dystopian)

Ah, world building. Another favorite element of mine. Since I mainly work in fiction, world building is a major aspect that I focus on.

Currently, I have a pending fantasy trilogy that takes place in a world where legends (both good and bad) are beginning to come true. There are several stories that take place in the modern world, just with a unique twist thrown into the mix (such as werewolves or zombies). And, of course, there’s a science fiction novel where an alien race discovers a capsule of sleeping human astronauts that were wanting to escape a dystopian-style Earth.

World building is a lot of fun and creates a huge playing space for story and characters. That’s one of the things I love about fiction.

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 28 – Imagination (Children’s Books)

Recently, one of my closest friends had a little baby boy. She asked me to write a story for him. So, here you go, Sarah and Easton. Here’s Little Deer.

Once, there was a Little Deer who lived in the woods with his mother.

One day, he decided to go exploring.

He came across a strange little creature with a brown and yellow rock on its back.

“What are you?” Little Deer asked.

“I am a turtle,” the creature said, “Can’t you tell by my shell?”

“I’ve never seen one before,” Little Deer said. “What does it do?”

“It helps me hide whenever there is danger,” the turtle said, going into his shell.

“Can you teach me how to hide?” Little Deer asked.

“No,” the turtle yelled. “You are too big! Now, go away! I want to take a nap.”

Little Deer kept going until he found a pound.

There were more strange creatures playing on the water. They were covered in feathers and made loud noises.

One swam towards him.

“What are you?” Little Deer asked.

“I am a duck,” the creature said. “Can’t you tell by my feet?” He walked on to the shore so that Little Deer could see his orange, webbed feet.

“I’ve never seen that before,” Little Deer said. “What do they do?”

“They help me swim,” the duck said, waddling back into the water.

“Can you teach me how to swim?” Little Deer asked.

“No,” the duck quacked, “You have hoofs and would sink! Now, go away! I have jokes to tell!” He laughed and flew off to join his friends.

Little Deer started to go home.

He saw another strange creature scratching against a tree. Sticks covered its entire body.

“What are you?” Little Deer asked.

“I am a porcupine,” the creature said, “Can’t you tell by my quills?”

“I’ve never seen them before,” Little Deer said, “What do they do?”

“They help scare away anything that bothers me,” she said, turning her spikes toward Little Deer.

“Can you teach me how to scare things?”

“No,” the porcupine snorted, “You are just a deer. No, go away! I have trees to scratch!”

Little Deer ran away from the porcupine before she could use her quills on him.

When Little Deer arrived home, he was very sad.

“What’s wrong Little Deer?” His mother asked.

“I can’t hide because I don’t have a shell,” he said quietly.

“Silly Little Deer, you don’t need a shell to hide. That’s why you have spots,” his mother said.

“I can’t swim because I don’t have webbed feet,” Little Deer cried.

“Silly Little Deer, you don’t need to swim when you can jump across the pond,” his mother laughed.

“I can’t scare away things because I don’t have quills,” Little Deer sniffed.

“Silly Little Deer, you don’t need quills when you’ll grow antlers! Don’t be sad just because you don’t have what the other creatures have. You’re different from them and that’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with being you,” his mother said. “I will always love you even without a shell to hide in, webbed feet to swim, and quills to protect you.”

Little Deer flicked his tail and bounced around her happily, feeling much better. “Thank you Momma! I love you too!”

From that day on, it didn’t matter what kind of creature Little Deer met. He was always proud of who he was.

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 27 – Follow Your Obsessions (Fan Fiction)

All right, I’ll admit. I’m a HUGE fan fiction writer. Just about anything I’ve seen you can bet that I’ve created a character for it. Something about creating someone and putting them into the same situations along with my favorite characters, I don’t know, it just makes things more engaging I guess and I love it.

There’s only one person in this world, however, that I trust enough to let them read anything without worrying about being judged to pieces (he knows who he is). But something cool that I’ll share is that Kasey and A Hunter’s Tale came from a fan fiction that started from the show, ‘Supernatural’. I’ve been told by several readers that they see a lot of likeness and, well, that’s why. Because Kasey and her story grew from an inspiration from one of my favorite TV shows!

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 26 – Sound and Rhythm (Spoken Word)

Can you hear what you’re saying?

It doesn’t make any sense!

How can things be the same after so much time has passed?

I come from a new generation.

One that’s completely different than yours.

With new phases and trends.

We want different things.

No matter how much you’d like for us to be, we cannot be friends.

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 25 – Visualization (Screenwriting)

Screenwriting has always been an interest of mine. I would love to write a script for a movie or TV show one day. However, for now, little ideas keep bouncing around my head. One of my earliest ideas of a commercial went a little something like this:

Sepia filter. Little girl skips through a field, chasing small white butterflies in slow motion. A look of happiness on her face. She wears a small white dress with a bow tied in her springy, blonde curls. Her laughter echoes along with a soft piano trill.

She spins around, arms outstretched, taking in all of the comforts and joys of nature. She falls down in the grass and closes her eyes. Close up of her face.

The shot fades into normal color. Music cuts off to the loud noise of a city. Cars honking, construction work, etc. The girl opens her eyes and frowns in confusion. She sits up and the camera moves behind her to show that her paradise has changed into concrete and steel buildings. The butterflies are gone. The girl now sits on a small patch of cut grass. She remains on the ground. Staring ahead. The camera stays behind.

The scene fades into some message about nature preservation.

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 24 – Narration (Fiction)

I’m supposed to take the character information from Day 13 and write a narrative with it. So I guess here’s another sneak peek of A Hunter’s Tale.

Kasey headed upstairs as the boys disappeared into the kitchen. Her old room sat at the end of the hallway. She’d have to pass by Sarah’s room in order to get there. Judging from their earlier conversation on the phone, Kasey wasn’t expecting a warm welcome. Thankfully, the door to her cousin’s room was shut.

Kasey quickly snuck past and went into her room. She threw her bags on the bed and slid out of her jacket. She didn’t have much to choose from as far as funeral attire. Finally deciding on a black blazer and khaki slacks, she ironed them and headed for the shower. The warm water brought a sense of relief after the events in Colorado and the long drive. When she got out, she felt as if she could go to sleep and not wake up for a week. She went back to her room and started getting dressed.

A picture on the night stand caught her attention as she was drying her hair. It was one of her when she was very little. Gram and Gramps had decided to surprise her for one of her birthdays. They had gone up to visit Kasey and her parents at their cabin in Minnesota. The picture captured the moment when they first arrived. Kasey, almost four, ran towards them, arms outstretched, a joyous smile on her face. Her mother and father stood on the porch, watching and laughing at her reaction. She smiled at the memory. It had been a nice surprise.