Writing Exercise 1: Conflict, Action, Resolution

Prompt: Trapped in a taxi with someone who starts acting strange. The WANT is to be left alone, to be at peace, to be safe. The OBSTACLE is this weird person who is acting strange and maybe is dangerous

30 minute time limit, starting 8:40pm

Staring at his BlackBerry, Jason grumbled. The clock was ticking on being to work on time, and here he was in the back of a taxi trapped in traffic. He had tried to make the driver hurry, but that got him nowhere. In fact, 5 minutes ago the driver had picked up a second person, who was shabbily dressed and, as far as Jason was concerned, looked rather grimy.
“Excuse me driver? Can we take a different route?” Jason asked, slightly exasperated.
The shabbily dressed man, who had been silent after voicing his request to be taken to the airport, suddenly spoke. “Route? Route? Roto Router?!”
Jason stared at the man. The man stared directly at Jason, his expression blank. Jason simply raised an eyebrow and muttered “Okaayyyyy” and went back to his Blackberry.

Blast! thought Jason. I need to be at work in 10 minutes! The traffic was barely moving, horns blaring as people tried to ineffectually make others move. A noise from his BlackBerry caused Jason to glance down, where he saw an email detailing an emergency meeting to happen only 5 minutes after he was to be at work!
“Damnit!” he exclaimed.
“Damn? Damnation to the hellish disciples! The airport is where I will evade the hell-spawn and the terrorists! Oh yes!” The other man said. The driver turned in his seat and stared. The man was not done yet however. “Oh woe! Let the light of the Lagamorphi show us the way! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA”
Jason shied away from the man, moving as best as he could to the other side of the back seat. He looked around, and started to wonder just what was wrong with this man. The driver began to mutter about “Crazy americans” which caused another round of insane babbling.
“Lo and behold that the crazy american scum of this earth who are not part of the great plan!” The man began to drool at this point, and Jason began to wonder if he should just get out of the cab and walk. It would be quicker and probably safer. As he reached for the door handle however the other mans hand shot out and grabbed him.
“Just where are you going, o unbeliever?! YOU WHO HAS BEEN GRACED WITH THE GREAT PROPHETS PRESENCE?!” Jason smacked the hand away, his anger building.
“Look you psychopath! I need to get to work, the traffic is killing my chances of being on time, and your insane nonsense is not helping!”

The man cocked his head to the side, his expression now one of manic delight. “Work? Work? Why work my dear fool? The world will end soon! Perhaps…” the man said as he reached into his coat. “Perhaps your end is soon….”
Jason watched the man reach into his coat, and quickly brought his briefcase up in front of him with a yelp. After a few seconds he began to smell something instead of hearing something, and he lowered his briefcase to find that the man had simply taken out a pack of cigarettes and had lit one up. Jason eyed the man, who was looking out the window now, blowing smoke out into the gridlocked traffic.

After a few more tense minutes, with the man staring out the window and the driver ignoring the “crazy americans” in the back of his cab, Jason finally arrived at his destination. He quickly threw a $50 into the front for the driver and dashed out of the cab. As he left however, he heard some final words from the crazy man. “Jason my boy! Run all you want you shall never escape us!”

Finished 9:00pm

Well that was an interesting exercise…

2011
02/01
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These things come in Phases…

I think these things come in phases. My creativity demands to be let loose, and its high time I did something about it.

I just bought a book called “Immediate Fiction: A Complete Writing Course “ for my Kindle app on my phone (and my actual Kindle) and I am starting to read it. What does this mean?

It means I aim to write. I am not going to say I will write a novel or anything, no, but that I WILL WRITE. I will create SOMETHING. And I will try to get the things I write, once I polish them up, published SOMEWHERE.

I intend to run through the excersizes that are in this book and post them here, as a kind of daily reminder of what I am trying to do. Hopefully things will perk up and I can do something with myself.

One can only hope.

2011
01/31
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Work in Progress – Unnamed Title

So, here is what I have written so far, for that new project using the characters I spoke about in the previous post. Might as well get started eh?

The caravan master called a halt, and declared it time for the afternoon break. A dark-haired man, one of the mercenaries hired to guard the caravan, walked over to the nearby cliff and looked down into the valley. There, nestled in the trees and straddling a river, sat the town of Pacea Valley. It was there that Merrick Del’Vino, once solider and now a mercenary had been born and raised. He smiled briefly. This would be his first time home in nearly twelve years. Another one of the guards, a sandy-haired youth who had been hired on at the last stop, walked over and stood next to Merrick.
“So that’s our destination sir?” He asked. Merrick nodded.
“How many times must I tell you Gareth, you can call me Merrick.”
The youth nodded. He had been travelling with the group for the last few days and when he had found himself in the presence of Merrcik, who was a national war hero due to his actions in the Border Wars, he had taken to calling the older man sir constantly, which bothered Merrick to no end.
“Sorry sir.” Merrick laughed.
“You know Gareth, that’s where I was born. Pasea Valley.” The youth nodded.
“What was it like?”
Merrick looked back down in the valley. “Its a peaceful town. I remember the day before I left, that Festival of Renewal, like it was yesterday.”

———–

It was a lovely morning in the middle of spring, and the festival was in full swing. Every year, each town of the country of Talreya celebrated this Festival of Renewal. It was during this festival that everyone was considered to be one year older, and those who had turned fifteen years of age at this time were sent to their chosen professions. The festival was thus both a time to celebrate the end of another year, and the beginning of new lives for the children of the town. This year was no exception, as several members of the community were turning of age.

Merrick ran through the crowds, looking for his friends. He had told them to meet him at the magician but they had not been there. He assumed that they were probably checking out the competition nearby, where people sparred with wooden swords for a trophy. He was excited, and for a good reason! He had just been informed of his acceptance into the Talreyan military and would be leaving the next day for the city of Reinholdt, where the countries military center was located. The boys muscled legs pounded the ground as he ran helter skelter, shoving people around in his search. Several cries of “Oof!” and “Hey watch it!” were cried, but he heard none of them. However, much to his surprise he found his two friends, Julia and Gelven, in front of a candy stall.

“Hey Julia! Gelven! Guess what!” Merrick cried as he skidded to a halt.
Julia turned, brushing some of her blonde hair away from her face. “Sorry Merrick! Gelven wanted to get a caramel apple and we kinda forgot about meeting you.” She blushed slightly. Merrick panted, catching his breath.
“Yea, sorry Merrick.” Gelven said as he pushed his glasses up his nose. The dwarf took a bite of his apple and grinned. “These caramel apples are just too good to pass up you know!”
Merrick grinned. “Yea yea, you guys owe me one. Anyway, Guess what?!”
“What Merrick?” Julia said as she took a nibble of her apple.
“I got into the army! I got my acceptance letter today!”
“Ohhh I got some news too!” Gelven said. “I got accepted yesterday into the Academy of Engineering. I start in a few days.” Gelven said. He scratched at the stubble on his face. “I am kind of nervous about travelling though.”
Julia turned and started to walk, the two boys falling in behind her. “So Julia, did you get any word about the joining the Priesthood?” Merrick asked.
Julia nodded. “I am to report to Helveska tomorrow.” The two boys shared a glance. Helveska was home to the Inquisitor order, and not the High Temple. Only those specially selected were sent there.

The three youths walked in silence after that, until they came up to the tournament area. There, a young red-haired man stood in the ring with a wooden sword, bearing down on another young man. The red-haired one let out a yell and slammed the sword on his opponents, snapping it like a twig. He then kicked the youth in the chest and knocked him down. An older black-haired man walked into the ring and held up the red-haired youths hand. “The winner, and still undefeated, Jonathan Crow!”
Merrick scowled. Jonathan was the town bully, seventeen years old, and the apprentice to the town smith.

2010
02/23
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Welcome to the Pit!

Welcome to the Pit so to speak. I generally have witty remarks to say when opening a new endeavor, such as this, but today I just don’t. I am too brain dead from work today to really have anything. So lets just go over the point of this blog.

The point of it is to write. Well, that’s a very general thing isn’t it? Well, you see I have always wanted to write stories. To put words on paper to entertain people with. I can’t draw, so art was out and so were comics. I have no screen presence so that is out too. So I write. But in truth I haven’t done a whole lot of writing. I have written some fan fiction for World of Warcraft, which you can find in the menu up top (The Stompie Stories) and have written two short stories, of which one is here. The other is…just terrible. Lets leave it at that eh? I have a PDF Copy but not an actual copy and I don’t feel like reformatting it. If you really want to see it let me know and I can send it to you, but I cannot imagine why you would want to see it hehe.

So to start this party off, I am going to post the three main characters for the new story I am working on. Length of this story? No idea! I am going to just write till its done. Here are the three main characters for this yet unnamed story:

Merrick Del’Vino – Human mercenary. Used to be part of the military, made it to rank of staff sergeant. Is strong for a human, and amazingly resilient with nearly inhuman stamina. Black hair, green eyes. Several scars on his face and arms from combat. Favors a pair of battle axes for weapons, wears half plate in battle usually. Very serious and a bit sarcastic.

Julia Meyers – Half Elf Inquisitor. Works for the government (Theocratic). Inquisitors are the silent arm of the Council of 8, rooting out insurgents, terrorists, and supernatural threats. They workin secret, and are trained in the arts of stealth, interrogation, detective work, divine magic, and hand to hand combat. Was raised by her human parent (the mother) and has no idea who her father is. Is a blonde haired, blue eyed female. Athletic build. Warm and friendly.

Gelver Granitetop – Dwarf Journeyman Engineer. Engineers tap the latent energy of the world using machinery. Gelver is a shy, red haired dwarf who is very intelligent, and loves his machines. He is also a bit of a bookworm. Specializes in automata (robots). Cannot stand injustice.

The world is going to be what I call “MagiPunk” which is basically steampunk only with magical energy as a power source instead of steam. Also, mages will not exist, having evolved instead into Engineers. Priests will still tap divine energy. So there ya go, a bit of info to get started!

2010
02/23
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