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//Neil Patrick Harris Raids Library–Dream

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The great NPH was lounging at a party. His party. Hundreds of people milled the fantastic lot, shoving themselves into corners and networking with all the greats. And yet, somehow, Harris had kept a bubble of space about his lounge chair. Perhaps it was because he was in his dark study with sunglasses and a tanning board on his lap that people were hesitant to approach him.

Everyone knows that if you throw all of his roles together–Barney and Dr. Horrible specifically–you get a mastermind of such magnitudes you aren’t certain he wouldn’t single-handedly annihilate the world.

Despite this,  I sat down beside him and started fiddling with the books on his shelf. “You ought to do that on your yacht.” I told him, pulling down a toy figurine of said boat. He lifted his sunglasses and eyed the toy, and brought it into his lap.

He turned it over in his hands, and nodded thoughtfully, “I imagine so.”

“I imagine you should have thrown this party on your yacht.”

A beginning of a smile pulled his face. A flash of genius wiggling into his eyes. “Yes, yes, yes.” He shot his gaze at me excitedly. “Three beautiful, bikini clad women to surround Miss Poppy on the yacht–YES.

I wasn’t entirely sure how to take what he had told me. I was a little bewildered on what to do with three large breasted, hipped, bikini clad women while on a celebrity yacht, when I looked up to find said celebrity had vanished. Read the rest of this page »

Partners in Fiction: Writing Duos of the Dynamic & Non-Dynamic Variety

Check out this insightful post by Charles Yallowitz, author of Legends of Windemere. I need to really work on this in my own character relationships.

Legends of Windemere

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Cassidy and Lloyd differ from most of my other stories because they aren’t part of an ensemble cast.  They’re a duet with neither character having a true claim to the main protagonist role.  Some chapters have Cassidy doing more than Lloyd and others have her along for the ride.  Typically, we have a main hero and a sidekick, but these two didn’t turn out that way.

I have to admit that writing a duo makes scenes easier to keep track of.  In Legends of Windemere, I have 6 champions and Fizzle at least.  In the Bedlam Series, I have only the two at minimum, which might be another reason why I find these books a lot more refreshing than the others.  Less juggling in that respect.  Yet, it’s also hard to make sure they stay on equal footing.  A sidekick is easy to push into…

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Mercenary Merrikh: Tailoring Merrikh

Let’s talk about my muse…

 

Part 1. Introductions
****This is a parallel realm than from The Book that I’ve mentioned (see hyper links if you’re interested in reading more into why I’m doing this and if you’re curious of The Book.) These are all my original characters. This is my original story. Please do not duplicate repost without due credit! This is NOT fan fiction. (it’s fan fiction… of my own stuff. After all, I’m my third greatest fan…)****

The light filtered through the slanted boards on the window, startling Merrikh from his slumber. The man was sprawled out in a haystack, his long legs spread out and his broad arms folded over his chest to keep the cold away.

He shuddered and coughed, swiping a forearm across his nose, and rolled out of the straw. He shook his limbs out and brushed off his clothes; today was going to be a good day. He could feel it in his bones.

A cow in the stall nearby stared at him with its large, innocent eyes. Merrikh made a face at the beast with a spark of childishness that would have had his elder sister smacking him, and attended to his own business. The farmer must be an elderly gentleman, he considered, or else his cover would have been blown by now.

He took no time waking himself up, eager to be hurrying from the barn and onto the day. He pulled his broadsword and belt pouch from their places hidden under the haystack where he had spent the night, and pulling the hood of his cloak over his bright red hair, fled the kind gaze of the cow behind. Read the rest of this page »

Battle Buddies Part Two: Beach Buddies

Here we go again.

****Note, if you read my last blog post, this is not from The Book. This is a continuation of Battle Buddies. If you haven’t read the last one, you’re not in HUGE trouble, as these are shorts. However, you will want to read this one before you read Part Three, which will be published on Tuesday this upcoming week.****

Sorry for the short one earlier this week. Here’s the new chapter. It’s a lot longer. Enjoy.

Let me know what you think!!

Oh–right quick, it kinda changes pov’s.

Beach Buddies

“Dylas.” The man jumped as a hand touched his shoulder. He was standing at the beach in his swimming trousers, waiting for a tug at his hook, when Frey dragged him back to the world of the living.

He fell sidewise into the sand and water, gasping and kicking. Frey caught his rod before it went flying, and she took up a seated position on the sand.

He sputtered and glared at her, “What was that for?”

She turned and gave him a brilliant smile. “What?” Read the rest of this page »

//Let’s Talk…

About Fanfiction. About society. About socially acceptable things. You know, the things I tend not to do, not for lack of trying…

But let’s break this down a little bit: Not just any sort of fanfiction.
See, I need your opinion on something. And maybe this will spur more posts and more writings, so I need you to respond to me honestly.

Granted, I may not even take your sage advice and do whatever I want anyways… I’m a rebel like that. Besides. This is my blog and I’ll do what I want to.

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Battle Buddies Part One: Carrot Sword

Heads up! Fan fiction incoming!!!

This is a Rune Factory 4 fan fiction with Frey and Dylas. Cuz… yknow.

If you like it, let me know. I’ll post chapters once a week, I guess. So stay tuned!!

ENJOY!!!!!!(?)

 

Battle Buddies: Carrot Sword

 

Frey’s chest heaved with breath as she lifted her hand to wipe sweat from her forehead, staring blankly at the place where the monster had vanished to return to the Forest of Beginnings.

A chuckle began in her belly and swarmed her body, and she buckled over, grasping her gut. Dylas wiped his mouth with his gauntleted hand with a confused smirk. “What is it?”

Frey grinned, catching her breath, and pointed.

On the ground where the monsters had been slain, Read the rest of this page »

//2016 Writing Endeavors and Rants\\

So, the semester comes to a close, another six months of a young life at a new place with new people. Endless piles of homework that make the future seem abysmal at best. A few interesting animes, some switching in mmorpgs, some brutal battles in and for relationships… And I haven’t written anything but mostly half-intended smut. And some editing of The Book.
You’d think that with so much going on, I’d have more fuel for my fires, but there are a few problems with that idealology:

  • I have a boyfriend
  • I have a boyfriend
  • I have full time torture imeanschool
  • I have a part to full time job

So, writing has been pretty much a no-go, no-time, no-want, no-fuel.

And after a few weeks of recuperation from the grind, I think I’m ready to write again.

But first,  let’s take a look at what I’ve done… Read the rest of this page »

//About This Blog

Heh…

 

Three Views!!

You know what that means?

… I need to start writing…

 

Originally, this blog was made for me to write short stories (or parts of stories) in order to spark my creativity and inspire me to work on my projects (Expel the Dry Spell, if you will.)

I’m not sure if this will remain the purpose of this blog, but I do hope that visitors will hit that Subscribe button. I mean… The page is super pretty, eh? 😉

If you have any thoughts or suggestions, please comment below!

I’ll be back with more. Promise!

And welcome to the blog!

 

Once upon a time…