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I guess I should probably get to posting my own response for this blog challenge #1, shouldn’t I? The prompt was to write a story including the following three elements: A stolen ring, a fear of spiders, and a sinister stranger. So… let’s get to it then, shall we?

–WARNING: Mature Rating–

“You shouldn’t have taken it, Kaleigh!” My voice was damn near an octave higher than usual, and I could hear the fear tremoring through the tone in nearly palpable waves. I knew it was stupid — legends were just that, stories that had no proof of truth. Maybe I was superstitious, or maybe I was smart. I wasn’t sure — but my girlfriend was looking at the ring that she’d snatched with reverence in her eyes. The stone was almost garnet, but the color was even deeper than that.

It almost swirled red like blood. From the moment that I’d seen it, I knew it was trouble. Every story that I’d ever heard as a child said that to take anything from the catacombs was to court a demon. The fact that we’d even come down here at all was almost more than I’d been willing to do, but Kaleigh had wanted to, begged me to… and in the end, I’d given in to her demands.

“Oh, Sarah, stop it. Nothing’s going to happen. See,” she wiggled her curvaceous body back and forth, “I’m still alive and kicking. There’s no demon.” And then, with a happy grin, she picked my hand up before I could stop her and slid the ring onto my left hand. “And now you have the prettiest damn engagement ring that anyone could ask for.”

I opened my mouth to protest, and I started to yank the band off… and then what she’d said hit me.

Engagement ring. My eyes widened, and my breath caught in my throat. She was asking me what I thought she was…

“Really, baby?” My nervousness was still there in the background, but I couldn’t hold back the smile that split my features. Suddenly, the whole idea of the curse wasn’t so bad.

“I love you, Sarah.” And her lips crushed against mine in a hot, excited kiss that made me all but forget the sensation in the back of my mind that something was going to happen.

I didn’t notice him until the next day. I was walking home from work when it happened; the dark shadow was a few blocks down, making sure to stay in the darkness so that I couldn’t make out his face. I had to assume that it was a he, because the figure was big and hulking. It was either that, or some Amazon Warrior had decided to follow me. My eyes continued to flick behind me, and I twisted the ring on my hand nervously. With my other, I quickly reached into my purse and wrapped my fingers around my mace.

I’d use it if I had to. Hopefully, whoever it was following me was just walking the same way that I was, and there wasn’t anything to worry about.

When I turned around again, the figure was gone. I breathed a sigh of relief, but it quickly turned into a scream that caught in my throat when I turned back in the direction fo my path. Before me stood the man that had been following me — of course, saying the word man was a very loose term.

The creature hulked at eight feet tall, and its skin was a solid, liquidy black that left him looking like he’d rolled in wet ink. Its eyes were slits, pointed and catlike, though blood-red in color.

The same red as the ring that I wore, which burned hot on my finger.

Its body was huge, though it wasn’t muscle so much as presence — and its spindle like fingers that stretched out towards me had two too many digits. I stepped back, raising my mace and spraying it, though I already knew it was pointless. Whatever I was seeing, which threatened to tear the sanity away from my mind altogether, wasn’t human.

I was hoping I’d simply gone crazy, but I could smell sulfur in the air and feel the cool sting of the night air sucking out the oxygen in my lungs from terror. I wasn’t dreaming. I wasn’t crazy.

The thing didn’t flinch when I sprayed it. Those long, needle-like fingers wrapped around my throat and lifted me into the air as though I was nothing more than a rag doll.

“You are the one who took my ring.” And though he spoke, the words that he said were whispered in my head. What came out of his mouth was dark, vicious speech that no human had heard before.

“N-no. I–” I struggled to choke out the words around its grip, to let it know that I hadn’t taken the ring at all… but my fiancee’s face sprang into my mind, and I knew that I couldn’t betray her. “Take it back.”

My hands struggled to pull the ring off, but it wouldn’t budge. It felt glued to my skin, and I yanked and pulled until my finger was raw and bleeding, and the thing was laughing richly in my face again.

“It’s too late for that now.” It leaned in, inhaling my scent and grinning — its teeth were stained the same inky black as its skin. “You smell like fear. I want more.”

Those red eyes flashed bright, and for a moment nothing happened. I felt it slowly — a soft trickle of eight legs trailing along my neck. I knew the sensation, and I brought my hand up to smack, a scream trying to rip from my chest around the choking sensation on my neck. I saw the fat, black spider a moment before another crawled along my arm. I tried to scream again, and I flailed in his arms like a thing on fire, a wild cat caught in a trap. I wasn’t afraid of many things, but spiders… spiders were on the short list. I screamed again, and felt something tickling on my tongue. Huge, fat, it crept from my throat and against my lips, all fangs and legs and itching, scraching hair.

I screamed over and over again, but the creature holding me seemed to drink the sound down, and soon there were spiders pouring out of my mouth, my nose, my ears. I could feel them trickling from between my legs — they were coming from everywhere. And then, with a rip of pain, they began to spill from beneath my nails, until every part of me was alive and crawling with them.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think — terror made my heart throb so painfully in my chest that I thought I would die from it; the hot stream that soaked along my leg was evidence to that fear… and just as I felt I was going to faint from it… suddenly…

They were gone.

I was limp in its arms now, and it brought me forward to cradle me almost affectionately against its chest. Its words were a dark rumble, and its fingers held me tight when it spoke.

“Oh, this is going to be so much fun.” And, paralyzed by his touch, by my fear, by my trembling body and my aching throat, I couldn’t manage the strength to break his grip and get away as he took a few steps and walked into a swirling dark shadow, passing us through the world of humans and into his realm.

Uh… dang. That was dark guys. I apologize. Still, really fun prompt! I hope that you guys enjoyed it! I am going to be running this challenge for the foreseeable future, so if you want in on this awesomness, just start responding and link back to my page! You’ll get free shares out, and become part of our writing network for better exposure, blog comments, and just all around fun!

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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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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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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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Here is today’s writing prompt. I got this off of the creepy pasta facebook page! I can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with. I’ll be doing another post later on today with more NaNo tips!

Until then! Keep on reading and writing!

Author Amanda McCormick

So, the prompt for today is coming early! I decided that I wanted to try to sleep… which I may or may not be able to do. So, instead of midnight, say hello to a 8pm writing prompt post. Wow. I will be spending the next hour working on my NaNoWriMo outlines! I can’t wait to see how you guys have responded to this prompt!

Grave Regret

My mother never thought a thing of it when I had an imaginary friend. It was normal – a childhood thing that I would grow out of. When I was thirteen years old and this imaginary friend was still speaking to me, she had a bit of concern. When I told her what my imaginary friend said to me, she was downright furious.

My imaginary friend told me that she was my sister. My mommy told me that I didn’t have a sister… but my sister told me that my mother had killed her.

I think that my problem was quite evident.

My mother told me that if I ever brought up my nonexistent sister again, she would slap me. She had never threatened me before, and I could feel my eyes watering as the words impacted me. I nodded and went to my room without another word… and of course, Lily was there, waiting for me.

“I told you that telling her wouldn’t do any good. I’m sorry Cait. I wish that we could have really met.” Her voice was so sad, and my chest ached to hear her speak that way. There wasn’t a moment in my life that I could remember her not being there. From that time that I was a baby… she’d been my constant companion. I’d never questioned it.

“What am I supposed to do, Lil? She doesn’t believe me… and you said that she… that she…” My eyes flicked down.

“She did.” Her voice was grave.

I was torn. One part of me wanted to ignore what I was being told. Perhaps if my mother hadn’t had such a volatile reaction, I would have been able to. Instead, I had Lily looking at me with sincerity… “What do I do…?”

What do I do… that question seemed to always get me into trouble. Tonight, it had me outside with a shovel. Lily had told me where my mother had buried her… and she said that the only thing that I could do was to unearth her grave. I would be able to confront my mother with evidence, and I could finally get answers. That was all I wanted. It was what I needed… and I was already three feet deep and sweating.

I didn’t know how far I would have to dig, but my muscles were beginning to feel exhausted when I heard the voice behind me. “Caitlyn! No! You don’t know what you’re doing.” I’d expected it to be Lily, but it was my mother instead. She was running towards me as fast as she could, dodging the fallen trees and snagging plants that were on the path that I’d followed in the forest.

“Cait, don’t stop. You’re almost there.” Lily’s voice was urgent, and there was fear on her face. The memory of my mother’s threat in tandem with my sister’s fear was enough to make me regain strength. I furiously began to shovel, and I could hear my mother running closer.

“Cait, stop! Please! You don’t know what you’re doing. You can’t dig her up. You can’t! She-” Clunk.

“Too late, Rose. You’re too late!” I could hear Lily beside me, and there was laughter in her voice. I looked down – my shovel had hit a thin wooden box… and from that box, blackness was creeping.

“Cait… oh, God. Baby, run…” I couldn’t though, even though my mother sounded so frightened. I could only stare at Lily – my sister. My twin. Her eyes were growing dark and her teeth were sharpening.

“You promised me life when I gave you her. You promised me! You had sixteen years with her! She’s mine! Her soul is mine!”

“Mom…” I turned my head to look at my mother’s pale, frightened face. The fear there told me what was going to happen as I felt those shadows enveloping me… my world went black.

So, thank you so much! I hope to see your responses soon! Until next time, keep reading and writing!

Author Amanda McCormick

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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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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

WARNING, SENSITIVE CONTENT AHEAD PERTAINING TO SUICIDE AND DEPRESSION.

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