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NaNo Day 4 – Unexpected Twists

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So, I didn’t get to 25,000 words last night like I wanted. but I did get to 22,000 words. I take that as a victory, since I only needed 6,668/13,336 (the 50k and 100k goal). I’m going to try to pass up 25k today, so that I can do 25KByDay5. Sounds pretty fun. I think I can do it.

I’m slowly working through my emotions problems, so that is a good thing. Writing, as I imagined it would, does really help. I just need to keep going with it and realize that this is my way to get my feelings out and into the world. Anyway, away from that topic, I have realized something rather odd about my word count. When I started off on my “Two Novels in November” journey, I assumed that I would be able to bounce back and forth between them very easily. I also assumed that if I couldn’t, I would be working primarily on Angel Blade as my main novel. My novels, of course, just had to prove me wrong. 17,536 of my 22,000 words are on RipTide. For some reason, that story has been the one to really jump out at me and demand my attention. I do think that I will get back to Angel Blade, because I love the project… but I think that I’m going to have to just write the stories back to back instead of working on them interchangeably. I don’t know, we’ll see what actually happens when I’m more into the novel and I need to take a break from it. Will I just breathe for a few, or will I transition to Angel Blade?

I will keep you guys updated.

I’m really excited to hear about how all of you are doing though? What’s your novel about? Have you run into any unexpected twists?

Tell me ^_^

Until next time, keep reading and writing! I’ll have another blog up to update you on my wordcount!

Author Amanda McCormick

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NaNo Day 1 – Word Count and Update (so far)

I’m going to go ahead and post my blog up for the day. I may or may not get more writing done today. I wanted to post this just in case. I’m going to go and relax, and I might end up passing out. If I don’t, I’ll post another blog before midnight.

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So, I exceeded my expectations for today! My goal was to write #10kFirstDay.

Instead, I have written (thus far, with it being 8pm) 13,106 words.

That’s right! I’m over my word count by 3,000, and I’m thinking about upping it to a #15kFirstDay. I still have four hours to do it, and I think it’s possible! I’ve been working on both of my novels. Each got the prologue and first chapter complete. However, RipTide is getting more attention than Angel Blade.

Angel Blade looks like this so far!

  • Prologue – 351 Words
  • Chapter One – 3437 Words

While RipTide is more like this:

  • Prologue – 2121
  • Chapter One – 3437
  • Chapter Two – 3377
  • Chapter Three – In Progress
So, oddly enough, I’m feeling my mermaid story more than my Angel one. I really thought it would be the other way around! The first day has been going really well though. I feel like my prep helped a lot. I can’t wait to see how you guys have been doing! Please link me to your blogs, or link them in the comments below! Let me know!
Until then, it’s a little relaxation and then maybe back to writing!
Author Amanda McCormick

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October Writing Horror Prompt #13 – It’s Just A Dream

Here is the prompt for the 13th! I’m actually really pleased with how this came out, and I might expand on it later. I hope that you guys came up with something just as fun to do! I can’t wait to see!

It’s Just a Dream

They say that the faces we see are never forgotten. We commit them to some part of our memory, and it is those faces that make up the people in our dreams. Some people have to question to what extent this feat of the mind stretches – does the brain have the capability to create anything new… or is our imagination simply an influence of things that we see in passing and process in the back of our minds?

If so, where do our nightmares truly come from? Is it that moment between sleeping and awake when you first open your eyes and the demons have yet to fade away? If that’s the truth, you have to question the dream that you had last night. You remember the one, don’t you?

That great black beast was standing over you. At first, all that you could make out was the reflection of white teeth, sharp and malicious with a gleam of saliva on them. Then there were dark, penetrating eyes that glowed a distant shade of crimson.  It was only then that you could begin to see the outline of the monster, with great muscles, rippling veins that glistened a glowing red… its limbs were far too long for its body, fingers with extra digits.

It was only then that you could make out the shape of my frame and realize that I was there. I was real, and I was coming to consume you.

Ah, yes. I am that monster, and you see me each and every night in your dreams. I would have killed you and slurped up your soul like a sweet treat, but you’ve been dreaming of me every night since. It’s been amusing watching you, the way that your face twists in pain and sweat forms on your brow. Your fear has been the most delicious of appetizers.

Every morning you wake yourself and speak—“It wasn’t real, it’s just a dream. Calm down, calm down…” And your eyes slip out of focus. I hide gleefully in your closet and watch the way that it takes you longer and longer to get out of bed. The color is draining from your cheeks, the glint of life from your eyes. I’m licking up your soul from the inside out… and soon enough you’ll be an empty shell. Soon enough, you won’t have the energy to get up from bed… and soon enough, it will be time for me to take you.

I’ll take you when you cannot move, when you open your eyes and see my form standing there in the clear light of day for the first time. I’ll take you as you try to pinch your arm to wake yourself up, as you try to convince yourself “It’s just a dream” one last time. I’ll take you then, and you won’t even be able to scream to save yourself.

And then I’ll be on to the next. They’ll see me as they wake up, and they’ll whisper those words, “It’s just a dream.”

Oh, I love those words. It means that it’s time to play.

They say that the faces we see are never forgotten. We commit them to some part of our memory, and it is those faces that make up the people in our dreams. Some people have to question to what extent this feat of the mind stretches – does the brain have the capability to create anything new… or is our imagination simply an influence of things that we see in passing and process in the back of our minds?

If so, where do our nightmares truly come from? Is it that moment between sleeping and awake when you first open your eyes and the demons have yet to fade away? If that’s the truth, you have to question the dream that you had last night. You remember the one, don’t you?

That great black beast was standing over you. At first, all that you could make out was the reflection of white teeth, sharp and malicious with a gleam of saliva on them. Then there were dark, penetrating eyes that glowed a distant shade of crimson.  It was only then that you could begin to see the outline of the monster, with great muscles, rippling veins that glistened a glowing red… its limbs were far too long for its body, fingers with extra digits.

It was only then that you could make out the shape of my frame and realize that I was there. I was real, and I was coming to consume you.

Ah, yes. I am that monster, and you see me each and every night in your dreams. I would have killed you and slurped up your soul like a sweet treat, but you’ve been dreaming of me every night since. It’s been amusing watching you, the way that your face twists in pain and sweat forms on your brow. Your fear has been the most delicious of appetizers.

Every morning you wake yourself and speak—“It wasn’t real, it’s just a dream. Calm down, calm down…” And your eyes slip out of focus. I hide gleefully in your closet and watch the way that it takes you longer and longer to get out of bed. The color is draining from your cheeks, the glint of life from your eyes. I’m licking up your soul from the inside out… and soon enough you’ll be an empty shell. Soon enough, you won’t have the energy to get up from bed… and soon enough, it will be time for me to take you.

I’ll take you when you cannot move, when you open your eyes and see my form standing there in the clear light of day for the first time. I’ll take you as you try to pinch your arm to wake yourself up, as you try to convince yourself “It’s just a dream” one last time. I’ll take you then, and you won’t even be able to scream to save yourself.

And then I’ll be on to the next. They’ll see me as they wake up, and they’ll whisper those words, “It’s just a dream.”

Oh, I love those words. It means that it’s time to play.

So, there it is. I think tomorrow I’m doing to try to make it more thematic to personal, psychological fear! What do you guys think? Any suggestions? I can’t wait to see!

Until next time, keep reading and writing!

Author Amanda McCormick

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October Horror Prompts, Day 7 – Angel Blades

I really am having so much fun with these horror prompts. This is actually a continuation of my prior prompt These Things. I really might end up turning this into a full blown novel. The more I write, the more I feel a connection to this character. How are your prompts coming along? I’d love to see some more! For now, I give you Angel Blades!

Life itself is only a vision… a dream. Nothing exists, save empty space and you. And you… are but a thought.

When you think of angels, you think of some glowing and beautiful thing. You know, all blonde hair and blue eyes with glorious white wings that would put any bird to shame. The thing that stood before me was so far from what I had imagined the heavenly messengers to be that I could still taste my pulse on the back of my tongue.

Its eyes were large, far larger than anything human. They were like flat circles of pale, liquid blue. The color shifted in a prismatic array that was dizzying to look at. Pale skin was translucent, and the veins that ran beneath were the same running array of colors. The ‘wings’ that came from its back were massive things, made of razor sharp blades that had already shredded my curtains like tissue paper when the angel had appeared. Long claws and pointed teeth gave it the look of a predator, as did the pointed ears that spilled from its bald head. I couldn’t believe that this thing was an angel… but who was I to question it? Especially when it was standing so threateningly close with so many ways to injure me if I angered it.

I would have pinched myself to wake up from this nightmare, but I knew better than that. Since I’d learned of my parentage, learned that a demon was chasing me, I could hardly think that anything was a dream anymore. Instead, I scooted further back on my bed, looking at the ‘angel’ with wide eyes.

“What do you want from me?” My own voice quaked as I spoke, and I could feel sweat forming on my brow. Anxiousness was like a cloak wrapped tight around my frame.

“You are part of a war, Karson, whether you will it or not. You know of the thing chasing you.” I wanted to scream when it spoke – it was like a thousand voices at once, pitched from base to soprano. It was haunting and melodic all at once.

“I never asked for any of this.” I was angry that my voice wavered, but I could hardly help it. There was fear in me. There had been a layer of fear over my every day life since my mother had died. I didn’t want to deal with any of this; I didn’t want demon blood or to be part of any war.

“Whether you asked for it or not, you are part of the very fate of the world. You will either save humanity or damn it. The decision is your own. If you choose to side against Heaven, we will be enemies. I will not kill you on this day, but on another, I will rend you to pieces.” Those thousand voices were snarling a threat, and I could feel my skin crawling with fear. I didn’t want to fight this thing… I didn’t even know how you would fight something that was armed with so many weapons.

“I don’t know how I would help.” I finally managed to stutter out an answer as I tried to take in how many blades were on the things back. My mirror behind it showed that its spine stuck out in ridges, as though there were blades beneath even the skin. Was its whole skeleton a weapon just waiting to be used?

“You will be a champion – others will come and you will learn to use a Divinity Blade. With your demonic blood, you will be the strongest champion that we have ever trained. The choice is yours, demon-spawn. Do you want redemption, or will you lead the armies of Hell?”

I didn’t want any of it, but I was terrified that the angel was going to rip me apart if I contested its request. It was that fear that made me answer.

“I’ll fight for the side of good. I’ve never wanted to be bad… I don’t want this blood that runs through me. Please…” Desperation tinged my voice. “Help me.”

There was a moment where I thought that something akin to regret passed through the creatures facial features. It nodded slowly. “As it is commanded, the sacrifice shall be made. Never let the demon have your Divinity Blade, spawn, or all will fall and the very gates of Heaven will be toppled.”

I opened my mouth to ask a question, but a gasp of horror spilled from my throat instead. The angel’s wings came forward in a sudden arc, the metal blades pointing inward. For a moment, I thought it meant to kill me, but those blades passed my face with a wash of metallic scented air. Instead, they slashed inward, slitting the angel wide. A spray of blood so hot that it made me scream washed over my body – the blood was a bright molten gold. The angel had split itself down the middle.

“The great angels of the heavens hold within themselves the Divinity blade. Only one worth can wield it.” Those wings moved again, holding the split flesh open wide so that I could see something glittering crimson and gold inside of the cavity of the angel’s chest. The spine… it really was a weapon. The angel had pain on its face, but its voice was calm as it spoke, even though rivulets of blood were spilling from the corner of its mouth. “Take the blade, demon-spawn, and begin your fight of purification.”

I stared at it in horror. “I… that will kill you, won’t it?”

“I am the sacrifice, take the blade.”

I didn’t want to. Oh, God, I didn’t want to reach into that things body. It seemed to sense my hesitation. Its eyes turned red and its voice shouted so loud that my windows shattered. “Take it, now!”

Terror compelled me to move. My hand darted forward, and I could feel the heat of the angel’s blood as I gripped the crimson and gold. My hand burned and I screamed in pain and fear, but I jerked as hard as I could. The angel’s body jerked with me, falling back. There was a sickening sound of flesh ripping – the body before me crumpled like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Those razor wings slit along my arm, and where my blood met with the angel’s, an acrid smell spilled upward as the liquids bubbled.

“You are the only hope of the heavens.” The flat discs of the angel’s eyes went blank… and then the entire body began to bubble. It dissolved into liquid that stank of death, and where it laid, the floor began to melt. I would have stared in horror, but my gaze was drawn to the blade that I held in my hand.

It was longer than the angel had been tall, and I realized that it had actually expanded as I stared at the angel’s dead body. Dual-bladed, my hand held a handle of gold, while the blades pulsed crimson with veins of the same molten color as the angel’s blood pulsed through it. It was as tall as my six foot frame, and it felt more natural in my palm than anything I had felt before. For a moment the dead, sizzling body before me was forgotten. This blade felt more like home than anything I’d ever experienced… and for the first time, I felt as though there was a purpose to all of this chaos.

I felt as though there was a purpose for me.

How did you like it? I can’t wait to see what you all came up with!

Until next time, Author Amanda McCormick
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October Horror Prompt, Day 3 – These Things

So, this particular prompt really sparked my imagination… to the point that this little snippet might turn into a full blown short story or even a novel. Maybe this will be my NaNoWriMo idea, who knows! I hope you guys enjoy, and I can’t wait to see what you came up with!

These Things

These are the things I no longer wish to understand: my real father is not of this world, and I am part of a scheme for the actual Armageddon. My mother waited until she was on her death bed to tell me this… and she waited until she was on her death bed to tell me why she was dying.

When one makes a pact with a demon to have a child, there are prices and consequences. Her life was forfeit on the day of my eighteenth birthday – her life to give me mine. Her life to fuel the powers that are now coursing through my body. It was the strangest thing. I saw the light fade out of her eyes in a very literal fashion, and as it did so it pooled from her body and spilled into mine. It felt for a moment as though my veins were on fire, and my heart was going to thunder out of my chest. The pain felt like a living, breathing thing trying to crawl its way out of my chest. It erupted from my lips in an unearthly scream – my body fell forward and all of that pain spilled out of my palms in a white hot streak of agony.

The bed caught fire.

The flames were not of this world. They burned black, and hotter than anything I’d ever felt before. My palms felt like the flesh was melting away, but they didn’t burn. I stumbled back, watching those flames envelop my mother’s body. In a burst of acrid air, she caught fire and burned away within seconds. I stumbled forward, crying out… but by the time my hands reached out to touch her, she was gone. In her place was a black glassine stone. It was hot to the touch when I picked it up… but I couldn’t just leave it there. It was all that I had left of her.

These are the things I no longer wish to understand. The dark and burning power inside of me is meant to set the world ablaze, and if the demon who is my father ever finds me, he will do everything within his power to make sure that I serve my purpose. I am on the run from the very shadows themselves…

These are the things I no longer wish to understand.

I hope you enjoyed, and until next time, keep reading and writing!

Author Amanda McCormick