Before I begin, I would like to say that under no circumstances whatsoever is anyone allowed to use any of my ideas. That’s a lovely thing called plagiarism. Also known as stealing. If you want to steal ideas and stories that took me YEARS to make up, go right ahead! At your risk, however. *glares threateningly*
Oh! Hi there!
Now, if you just read that warm and welcoming introduction, you probably know that I’m gonna be talking about my stories. Also sharing pictures just cause.
My bell pepper plants started flowering! proud micro gardener right here.
My stories.. oh, my whole brain is filled with them. Ever since I was… a lot younger than I am now, I’ve always played out scenes and met characters in my head and traveled to different worlds.
It’s only been early this year that I finally decided to actually write them.
Thus Camp NaNo.
Correction: Thus the awesome, wonderful idea that pushes you to write more than you have before.
Currently, motivation to write is coming in.. slowly. So, hopefully, I can kick start it by talking about my stories, what made me motivated to write in the first place. So here goes!
Sparklers.. cause hopefully a spark of inspiration will come to me..
They Called It A Mystery
| All budding photographer Gale Durnham wants is for her soldier father to come home to their one- horse small town life. But when three strangers come in, Gale must find out why- or else her father won’t have a town to go home to.
This was my first actually drafted novel, and one of my favorites, despite the fact that this was written completely pantsing. No plot, no outline, nadda, zilch.
Which may have been why I wrote in characters I’m too scared of and crazy ideas and now it’ll be years before I touch it again. It worked in April, my first Camp NaNo, but now? XD You want a snippet? I’m sure you do.
At last, I reached the corner booth. Danielle was still absorbed in Pride And Prejudice, but the men were intently studying a large map spread on the table and muttering some thing about-
None of your business, Durnham! I scolded myself. Plastering a smile on my face, I interrupted their– greeted them again.
“Well, here are your orders. One Morning Glory Special and two plates of pancakes with hash browns.” “Thank you,” Andrew said, slightly agitated.
Like it was my fault I kept interrupting his oh-so important business. This is a diner, after all.
Danielle closed the novel and dug in. Andrew did likewise. But the man with the scar was slow to pick up his fork, and before I turned to leave, he asked me, “Have we met before?”
I stopped, startled. Looking straight at his scarred face I told him, “No, I wouldn’t count on it. Have a good day.” I smiled and left. That sense that was bugging me since I took their order came back, and I was left confused.
I came home tired, and mystified at how that man seemed to recognize me. I certainly never met him in my life. I went up to my room, grabbed my camera, and began scrolling through the pictures I took at Pine Hill. I stopped to look at a landscape shot I took. I could clearly see three human shapes in the picture. Could it be the strangers at the diner? I thought.
Turning off my camera, I shook the thought from my head and went to sleep.
It was a few weeks from that day when my story continued.
This was probably my most favorite, since I drew so many things from real life into this story, and I was free to add whatever I wanted. *pats story affectionally* I’ll get back to it someday.
May I introduce Machu, a tame hedgehog? He’s a pet of my friend’s. A charming little fellow, I must say!
In the Illid, a country attempting to remove any ideas of God, the Penners, Christians, must find a way to escape the land and get past the giant wall. But will Dareine’s best friend Solidan, a trained secret agent to hunt down all Christians, get in the way?
My current work of art- I mean, in progress. This story has been in my mind for maybe 3 years now, and it’s only now that I’m putting it to words.
After the dreadful happenings to They Called It A Mystery, I PREPARED for this one. Every free template from Evernote, every article I could get my hands on, on worldbuilding, characters, the whole 9 yards plus a foot.
So why am I stuck?
Maybe it’s because the more I read it, the worse it looks. Maybe it’s because I haven’t got any feedback. Or maybe (and most likely) I need to JUST DO IT.
Very motivational Jo. Why thank you. *bows* Let’s put up a snippet shall we?
The sky looked as threatening as the thunder sounded. A chill was in the air, sweeping through and settling in. Lightning crackled, giving the 20 foot wall an intimidating look.
Then again, it was intimidating enough without the lightning.
People hurried home through the pouring rain, dodging the falling drops of water. Water was sprayed from speeding cars, drenching whoever was in its wake.
Through it all, Jakob Penner slowly made his way home. Work for the government was no easy task, especially if staying late was required of him. But Illid needed the work, and Jakob Penner needed the money. Jakob took a glance at the huge white office building where he was employed. It stood like a beacon, of, well, everything Illid stood for.
What they stood for was so different from what he did.
It was a long walk from the office building to home, for a car was out of the question. The rain was merciless on those whom it fell on, and Jakob’s coat, durable though it was, could not stop him from shivering in the cold. As he walked the lone streets, a light shone brightly despite the others. It was the light from Jakob’s home. With a smile on his face, he hurried up the porch. Shivering, he went in.
Instantly, Jakob was refreshed by the warmth of the Penner household. And by the sounds of a loudly humming lady banging on what sounded like a pot. With a grin on his face, Jakob peeked into the kitchen.
“I’m home, Esther.” he said gratefully.
Esther didn’t hear him, unfortunately. Her earbuds were playing on full blast as she hummed and stirred something in a pot, blissfully unaware that her tired wet husband was home from work.
Jakob stepped into the kitchen and gave his wife a hug. Quickly, the hum turned into a shriek as Esther ripped her earphones out and, in self defense, whacked the poor man with her sauce-covered spoon.
“What in the world- oh! Jakob! Ayayai!” She exclaimed, setting her spoon down and giving the slightly shocked Jakob a hug. “You should’ve warned me!” Esther scolded, stuffing her earphones into a pocket.
“And spoil the singing?” Jakob retorted.
“Humming, dear one. Very different.” Esther corrected, going back to her sauce.
Jakob smiled, then looked around contentedly at the small place they called home. It was snug and cozy, though terribly cold in winter, and terribly hot in summer. Books lined the shelves and were scattered on the floor. A little table, one clearly meant for a child, was covered with drawings. Which reminded Jakob that something was missing.
“It’s unusually quiet here.” Jakob commented. Esther gave him a look.
“If you’re wondering about our kids, they’re here alright. It won’t stay quiet for long.” Esther jokingly warned, then raised her voice louder. “Phil! Callie! Your father’s here!” The announcement probably wasn’t necessary, for the moment she uttered the words a loud bang sounded, startling the parents. The sound of pattering feet echoed through the house as booms banged each step on the small flight of stairs.
“Dad! Daddy! Hi! You’re back!” A pair of little voices chirped as two children ran to their father, who received them with wide open arms. “Ah, I’ve missed you both so much!” Jakob said, holding them close.
“But Daddy, you only were gone for the day. How could you miss us?” Callie, a happy six- year-old asked, puzzled. Phil groaned.
“You’ll get it when you’re older, Cal.” Phil said with a slight superiority. Jakob shook his head at them both.
“Well, hon, Phil’s right in a way.” Jakob said gently. Callie frowned.
“I never get to be right.” she pouted. Phil started to laugh, but stopped at a stern look from his father.
“Uh, well, maybe one day you will.” Mr. Penner comforted. “Phil, have you seen Dareine?” he asked. Phil shook his head. “Nope. She had a study hall and stayed after school.”
“I see.” Jakob said. He glanced at Esther, whose eyes mirrored the slight fear that was in his own. “She’ll be fine, Jakob. We can call her at anytime.” Esther spoke reassuringly. Jakob nodded, and as he turned his attention back to the two, he prayed. “Please, God, bring Dareine home safe.”
Outside, the rain hit the roofs, the thunder sounded, and the wall loomed over Illid.
Jo, that was a chapter, not a snippet. *facepalms* Oops! Hope you don’t mind, everyone. Hehe, don’t worry, this will be heavily edited later on.. like after July.
Last one, y’all! Please bear with me!
And now I present another long group of flower photography.. you’re welcome. XD
Ten outta ten, I’ll be changing this title. For now though, this is something to look forward to after a while.
Remember Me is the story of a young girl, who is struggling to help her family out and doing, what she loves the most, wondering if she can do both without hindering either of them.
And the reason why that was so short was because I just thought of it a few days ago. *facepalms* But I did write some for it- of course you’d like to see?
Rachel walked home in the pouring rain, in her coffee shop uniform and hoodie, carrying large bags of groceries. Her thrift store sneakers weren’t waterproof, but at this point, it didn’t matter. She crossed the large bridge over the highway, stopping halfway to glance down at the traffic below.
And that’s the gist of it! Phew, that was a long chunk. And that’s what’s been in my mind for a while. The day I actually write them all out will be a long time coming, but hopefully it will be a literal day.
Life however, hasn’t exactly given that day yet- maybe thanks to writer’s block. We’re doing a paint job, for one.
And- oh, there’s things here and there. 🙂
So to sum up, there are so much stories on my mind, my DSLR is lovely, it’s hot outside, I’m stuck with writer’s block, and Enni, Tess, and I are running for Queen Of the World. I beg you people, please do not pick Enni! Contrary to popular opinion, I actually am sane, half of the time. And I work hard, sometimes. And I’m just downright honest! 😉
Well, if you’ll excuse me, I must go burn the midnight oil and write some more. See ya!