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New beginnings are always tough, but I’m more than experienced in starting over. I’ve done it a thousand times before, with a thousand different faces.

I guess that sounds a bit… well, odd, does it? Don’t worry, I’ll explain myself. If you want to understand, though, you have to abandon all of your conceptions of what is real and what is not. You have to give up on your silly, human notions of what is possible and what isn’t.

I am not a possibility — I am an inevitability.  I am what your life will eventually come to, whether you will it or not; I am that long sleep and an earthen embrace.

I am death.

Of course, your very conception of what I am is skewed. I am not a creature who roams in a robe with a scythe. I am not a singular entity. There are thousands of my kind, and we all reap the souls of the humans around us. We are unseen, but sometimes felt — you equate us to ghosts when the memory of your loved ones resonate within us. You equate our presence to the chill that spills down your spine, and to the shimmering shine that you call ‘orbs’ within your photos.

It isn’t just a ghostly presence, however, that you can attribute me to. Humans have trouble understanding when someone that they know had a sudden change of personality — humans blame it on an imbalance of hormones, on shock, on trauma. Sometimes, it is these things… but…

Sometimes, it is one of my kind.

New beginnings are always tough, but I’m more than experienced in starting over… because I’ve lived a thousand lives. When a human succumbs to death, I sometimes choose to slip into their skin, to assume their life. Their soul flees and flits, I absorb it into my being… and I become who they are — who they were.

Sometimes, I enjoy living life just as much as you do. I want to feel; I want to experience. When a young girl has suddenly become sexually promiscuous without cause, perhaps I am to blame. When a rich man tosses aside his fortune to travel the world and live life to the fullest? That’s me, too.

And when a seemingly innocuous and innocent individual suddenly goes on a murderous rampage.

Well, sometimes I like to cause a hassle to my brothers and sisters.

Guilty as charged.

Just a writing prompt I did for my discord server! I’d love to see what you guys could come up with for this though!

Author Amanda McCormick

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So, I told you guys that I would be continuing my last writing prompt with this one. If you haven’t heard the song O Death then I suggest you check it out. I’ll link you some lyrics before the prompt, so you can see where I’m going with it.

O Death

O, Death
Won’t you spare me over til another year
Well what is this that I can’t see
With ice cold hands takin’ hold of me
Well I am death, none can excel
I’ll open the door to heaven or hell
Whoa, death someone would pray
Could you wait to call me another day

I had been following the girl for a year. It was something that I shouldn’t have done.  Her time had come long, ago, but I found myself fascinated with the way that she carried herself. I found myself enthralled by the gleam of her red hair in the moonlight. Death is not supposed to feel such things, and yet I found myself wondering at the softness of her skin. I had never touched a creature that wasn’t a touch of death. I had never touched someone for their simple warmth, without drawing it into myself and stealing it away. I wanted to touch that warmth without ruining it.

It was funny – I courted her as a mortal man would, but all that I could do was bring her closer to my doorstep. Ever thing that happened to her, every turn that her doctors told her… every time that something more was found in her scans, it was my folly. It was my selfish need to see her living and breathing. My very presence around a mortal caused them to wilt and wither, and I’d never allowed myself to remain close to a mortal for so long. I was only now seeing the consequences of that action… and yet I couldn’t stop myself.

It was as I was watching her that I allowed myself to make quite the fatal mistake. I saw her walk into traffic, and I saw the car as it raced towards her. I could feel the clench in my chest that let me know her life was about to be taken… and I reached out for her. My arms wrapped around her waist, yanking her from the street, but I could feel the way that her soul lifted upward towards me. She wanted me, and that soul had been aching for me for so very long, though she hadn’t realized.

The warmth of her body cut through me like a scorching ray of fire. I could not remember when I had ever felt such heat. I had never been human, I had never felt burning. I had always been an unwavering spirit who had managed to make his way through the world of mortals without emotion. And then this girl… this girl with her bright green eyes that seemed to see me sometimes, even as she turned her head to ignore me.

What was she doing to me?

Damn it. Damn it, lol. What am I doing? I’m starting another book. Make me stop, guys… I can’t have three projects for NaNo. I did this to get away from my graveyard story, and now I’m writing romance between Death and the Dying? Nyu, save me from myself!

Until next time, keep reading and writing!
Author Amanda McCormick
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This is probably something that you’ve heard a million times before. I’m sure you’ll hear it a million times again… but I’m going to tell you now, and speak from the heart. Sometimes we think that we have a lot of time to do things… so we put it off for a year, for another year… for another year. We do that thinking that we will always have time to finish our goals.

How would you feel if you woke up tomorrow knowing that you only had a few weeks left to finish everything that you had on your ‘to-do’ list? I’ve recently had some events taking place in my life (nothing to do with me being ill, so no worries) that has put into perspective the fact that there isn’t always time to wait. Sometimes the ‘eventually’ should be today. Sometimes the things that we need to put off should be done in the moment. Sometimes that moment is all that we have.

So, before you decide to tell yourself that you can always do NaNo next year, think for a moment about the reasons that you should do it this year. What if someone that you care about isn’t around this time next year to read what you produce? Do you want that regret in your life? Of course you don’t. I promise you don’t. So, please, listen to me when I’m telling you this… don’t wait to do tomorrow what you might only have today to truly appreciate.

This is a short little tip, but one that I felt the need to share. You’re all amazing, and signing on here every day to see my views and comments really helps to cheer me up with the upset that I’m feeling right now. You’re all amazing.

Until next time, keep reading and writing.

Author Amanda McCormick

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So, as part of my Thirty Day Creative Writing Challenge I need to write the following:

Day 3: A story that takes place pre-1950

Now xD What I need to do is gather myself up from my exhaustion so that I can actually get the writing done. I think that an important thing about trying to establish a daily writing habit is to make sure that… even when you’re wiped, you get your words, some words, any words out. So, I do apologize if this isn’t as good as my other stuff. I’m just so tired from packing all day long!

It was watching me… I could always feel it watching. I’ve felt it from the moment that I was born. It happens at night, when I’ve blown the candles out and the Darkness penetrates to every corner of the room. It happens when I close my eyes, and suddenly there is a gentle cadence of breathing in my ear, beside my bed.

I live alone.

I used to notice it when I was a young girl; I would cry out to my mother, who would hush me, tell me that there was nothing there but the wind creeping and blowing outside of our door. I noticed it for a week before the worst occurrence of my life took place; my younger brother died in his sleep, apparently swept away by an illness that we thought was nothing more than a flu. When my parents passed away a few years later from fever, I kept the cabin that we lived in, surrounded by the wood. I kept it and I thought that I was lucky to still have a home when I knew there were those who went without. I continued to tend the garden, I hunted just as my Papa had taught me… and every single night, there would be that soft breath against my ear, and that gentle whisper.

Diana.

It was as though the very Darkness knew my name.

I could hear that same whisper now, my name over and over again in a dark voice that wraps around my skull like death lined in velvet… and a soft gasp escapes me as I felt something caress against my cheek. A trembling pulse of cold passed through my entire frame, as though that caress eeked into my very veins and pumped my blood icy through my heart.

“What do you want!?” I couldn’t help it as the words spilled out from my throat, a terrified cry that sent my eyes wrenching open, looking around for something that had never been there. There was a difference, however… there was something there. A shape. A man standing beside my bed, his eyes glowing a wicked sheen in the pitch of the room.

“I want what I’ve always wanted… I’ve called out for you a thousand times, and you’ve never answered me.” He loomed forward, and in the darkness of the room, I could still see his face perfectly. Cherub-like lips, dark brows that came down to a point… high cheek bones, wicked slanted eyes. His hair was covered with a cloak that seemed to be made from shadows themselves, but as he looked down at me, I couldn’t help but to breathe out a soft sentence.

“You’re beautiful…”

A smile lilted those lips, though the warmth of it didn’t reach his silvery eyes. “I’ve often heard that Death is.” He shrugged moving into a sitting position on my bed. “But I’ve never heard the words from the lips of an angel such as yourself. Diana…” His voice crooned out my name, “I’ve been waiting for you for so long.”

I sat up, drawing my sheets over my chest to cover myself – after all, I didn’t want this man seeing me in my night things. “What do you mean, you’ve waited for so long?” There was an aching sensation in my stomach, worry, dread… and yet I couldn’t look away from this handsome man as he sat on my bedside. That alone should have told me something was wrong.

“Since I took your brother, Eli… I saw you there, so sweet and innocent, your hair like spun moonlight, your eyes bluer than the depths of any ocean.” The man leaned forward one pale, slender finger grabbing a strand of my hair and letting it run through those long digits. He let out a shuddering sigh as though just that touch was more pleasure that he had ever had before. I pulled back, worrying my lower lip.

“My brother died from the sickness. What do you mean, you took him?” And yet I knew the answer – I thought that perhaps I’d known it all along, since I was a little girl, hearing those whispers.

Those whispers that had started right before death came and took my little brother.

A knowing grin slipped across his full lips, and he let his eyes cast down so that long lashes of black made half crescents across his pale cheeks. “I think we both know the answer to that.” And then his gaze flickered up, and I saw his eyes again reflect silver in the darkness, “Who am I, Diana?”

“I don’t-” My voice was trembling… and I found that I didn’t want to answer him. I wanted to get up, to run away… to light a candle and hope that the light would chase away the shadows and him along with it. And yet I was compelled – looking into his beautiful face, I felt frozen. He leaned closer, so that I could feel his breath cold against my cheek.

“Who am I?”

“Please, don’t…” A whimper escaped me, and his hand came up, cupping my cheek as he leaned closer still, so that I could feel his breath against my mouth, the scent of it infiltrating my nostrils and making me want to recoil – it smelled of the night, of graveyard dirt.

“Who.” He leaned in closer still, “Am…” His lips were mere inches from mine. “I?”

I knew the answer. I’d known it all along. With him hovering there, inches away from my lips, I couldn’t deny it anymore. “Death,” I whispered softly, my eyes slipping shut as his full lips pressed against my own.

That coldness shot through my entire body and I felt myself falling inward – I felt a sensation as though my body were falling back, but his arms around me kept me upright, kept me pressed tightly to him. His kiss was like a living thing, creeping through every nerve that I possessed, his tongue a soft petal that stroked along my own, coaxing a moan from me as I trembled. I wasn’t cold anymore. I was warm and aching as I pulled closer to his frame; a passion was ignited within me, something that I’d never felt before.

A wild whimper escaped my throat and he actually had to pull away from me, chuckling. I didn’t question why I could suddenly see perfectly in the Darkness, nor why I was no longer chilled with the night air. “Why?”

“You’ve always been so beautiful, Diana… I have loved you since the first moment I saw you. And now…” His smile was of pure satisfaction as he held me tight to him, brushing his lips against my own once more so that I trembled in his embrace. “Now you’re mine.”

“But I can’t, I-” Have responsibilities, am I living being, must take care of my cabin… all thoughts trickled away as he stood with me still in his arms and I saw what was left on the bed.

My body – my dead body, eyes closed in sweet peace, lips still parted as though for another kiss…

Death’s kiss.

I had been swept away from the living world in death’s embrace, and now he held me tight, his arms clasping to me… and I knew that he would never let me go.

Ahem. So. Yeah. There’s more to that in my head, but there we go. A story that certainly happened before the 1950’s. When did it happen? I have no idea. But it was before then xD I hope it wasn’t too terrible a read, I really am very tired, and I have to get back to more packing! I think that it’s so important to write, even if you don’t exactly enjoy what you put to the page! I hope that you guys get your writing done for today!

Until next time, keep reading and writing!

Author Amanda McCormick

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Oh, the accuracy of that one photograph. Heh. Of course, the NaNoWriMo that I speak of is the July Camp NaNoWriMo! For those of you who don’t know what NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is… it’s an amazing program that reaches out to people from all over the world; we, as writers, come together in a glorious group to write 50,000 words in a month. The main event happens in November. However, along the way, there are ‘camps’. These are smaller events that allow you to still keep up the spirit of NaNoWriMo. One of the most amazing things about NaNo is being able to write with your friends. The ability to make great friends, to have companionship and encouragement during your writing process is amazing. I know I’ve made quite a few amazing friends during my NaNo journey – I encourage anyone who hasn’t tried it to give it a shot. Check out camp to see if NaNoWriMo is for you… and if so… sign up in November and truly brace yourself.

For my July Camp, I’m planning on doing a 20,000 word story about a Grim Reaper trapped in a human’s body a la Frankenstein. It’s an idea that was suggested to me, and something I’ve decided to toy around with. More than that, however, it’s something that I think I can accomplish in the lower word count that I set for myself. (The reasoning behind the 20k word count would be the personal issues that I have going on, as well as the fact that we’re moving at the end of this month and into July.) In NaNoWriMo of 2013, I completed a 100k word novel… so I think that I should be able to handle the 20,000, yeah? Honestly though… more than getting the word count down, more than finishing the story… I’m just excited about the prospect of making some new friends, and having some new adventures along the way!

So, give me a shout if you’ll be joining in for camp. Maybe… just maybe… if I get brave enough (getting tired of hearing it yet?) I’ll make a vlog for NaNo Camp. Who knows.

Well, this is me signing out. xD Sorry for the random influx of blogging. I’ve been in a writing mood tonight!

 

Keep reading and writing!

Author Amanda McCormick