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Crash Landing

You were falling. The sound of the wind roaring past your ears as your hair whips about your head. You’re skin burning from the sheer rate at which you were falling. Plummeting at terminal velocity. You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. The world spun around you as you descend. Pain. All you could feel was sheer hot white pain. 

Images of giant maws with thousands of teeth and enormous ever reaching tentacles flashed in and out of your vision. Wicked hissing laughter echoes through your mind as you fall.

You feel the impact in a strange distance type of mind space. Almost like an outer body experience, but at the same time you are still inside your body as the ground gives away under your body. The force of impact sends boltings of hot white lightning zinging through your entire body. Your vision goes completely black and for a second you feel nothing but oblivion.

Slowly sound and feeling creeps back in. Car horns blar. The hushed murmurs of people moving, talking somewhere in the distance. The sound of rock cracking. 

You utter a groan, pain pulsing through your entire body. You blink your eyes slowly, very slowly. Your vision blurs in and out as white light comes from above. You twitch a finger and then rotate one of your ankles. Slowly, very slowly you sit up. Pain rakes up and down your spine. 

You hiss and curse. The blurriness of your vision starts to clear. You’re in a deep crater with the sun beating down into it. You hear the shuffling of feet, the alarm whispers of people gather at the edge of the crater you created upon impact. 

Your head feels like it could split open at any moment. You taste blood in your mouth. You stare at the earthen wall with pipes sticking out of it. Your uneven breathing echoes inside that jagged hole. 

You look up and catch the sight of building roof tops from where you sit. You know you need to move. You know you need to get up. 

You had escaped. You had survived. Now you need to move.

You look deep within. You search for spare reserves of strength left inside your body. You grunt and hissed as you force yourself to go on all fours. Your body protests. You suck in a deep breath and hiss, feeling ribs pop and crack. 

“Hey, there’s someone down there?!” a voice calls out as you gather yourself. Shocked whispers and murmurs resonate around you as you pull yourself up in a standing position. You almost fall onto one knee as you push yourself to move, to stand up. 

You raise your head. People gather around the edge of the crater. This isn’t what you need right now. Too many witnesses. 

When you summoned a portal and escaped through it, you had hoped beyond hoped you had transported yourself to somewhere safe, somewhere remote. Maybe a barren moon or rural farm country. Not a city. 

“Fuck,” you curse. You wince as you feel your ribs slowly begin to mend themselves. A burning sensation resides deep in the tissues of your body. Your body is beginning the process of mending itself. Soon, you’ll have enough energy to climb out of the crater and run for it. 

To where you have no clue. You don’t know where you are. Are you in a different dimension or the same dimension just a different location and time? Or had you teleported yourself to an entirely new far away world? 

You clench and unclench your fists. You mentally prepare yourself to scale the wall. 

“Hey miss! You down there! Are you okay? Miss? Miss!” an male voice calls to you. The sounds of sirens fill the air as people are told to stand back as the first responders arrive street side. 

It’s now or never, you think. You crunched down and then push off. Shocks of pain shoot through your legs and up your spine as you jumped upwards.  You bounce off the broken earthen wall of the crater and launch yourself into the air. 

People cry out. Others gasp as you fly out of the crater and over the crowd. People scatter as you descend into the crowd onto all fours. You flinched. More shocks of pain run through your body as you raise up and take off running. 

You don’t know where you’re going. You don’t even know where you are, but you do know that you have to get out of sight for now. You need time. Time to access. Time to regroup. Time to explore this new place you crash landed in.

#writing excerise #writing wip #Second person pov #writing sample #Suspense #Thriller #Original character

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Stay with Me

Stars glistened in the heavens above. Their white glow were tiny pinpricks of light in the vast indigo canvas above. Hundreds of millions of them, painting a picture of the universe itself. The edge of the tapestry was stained orange and yellow and neon blue by the city that existed beyond the hulking mountains. 

Ai Ying liked the quiet of the mountains compared to the hectic rhythm of the city. It suited her better. She sat quietly by the fire, sipping jasmine tea and listening to the wind hum through the deep valleys below. It was a beautiful night. 

She heard movement behind her. She turned and smiled. “Evening,” she greeted Sun Wukong as he approached the fireside and took a seat beside her. She turned to the kettle beside the fire and picked it up. “Would you like some tea?” 

The Monkey King returned her smile. “Smells good. What kind is it?”

“Jasmine,” Ai Ying replied and picked up the spare tea cup she brought along in case she had company. She poured tea into the cup and handed it to him. “Hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” Sun Wukong replied before blowing on the steam that danced up from the cup. He took a long sip and sighed in satisfaction. He looked to the stars, admiring them. “Quiet night isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is,” Ai Ying said and glanced towards her mentor. They hadn’t a moment to themselves in awhile. Not since her mentor’s old friend and rival appeared and made himself at home in the temple. The six-eared Macaque and Su Wukong sparred daily and spent many nights talking, catching up.

“So how is your guest?” Ai Ying wanted to know. 

“Macaque is doing fine. He’s staying for another two days before he returns to his dojo in the city,” Sun Wukong replied and took another sip from his cup. He glanced towards Ai Ying. “Sorry, we’ve had to put your sessions on hold, Ai Ying.”

Ai Ying smiled. “It’s okay. You haven’t seen your friend in a long time and a few days of down time has done me good.”

“What have you been up to while Macaque and I have been sparring?” Sun Wukong asked. 

“Mostly house work really,” Ai Ying answered honestly. “That and exploring the mountains.”

“I trust my monkeys had been good to you?” 

“Their always a delight to have around. Causing mischief here and there,” Ai Ying said before picking up the tea kettle and pouring herself another glass. “They’ve kept me entertained.”  

“Ai Ying,” Sun Wukong said, his voice taking on a more serious tone. Ai Ying turned to him, inquiringly. “Do you like it here?”

Ai Ying felt her heart sputter. Sun Wukong’s gaze burned into her jade colored eyes as they locked eyes for a brief moment. She quickly looked away, her cheeks heating up. “Well, yes. I like it alot. Staying with you, training, have been a nice change of pace compared to living in the city. I feel like I can breathe and my nerves aren’t always on edge like they were when I lived in the city. I feel calmer. Quieter inside.”

Sun Wukong studied her face. “It’s cute how you blush every time I ask you something.”

The blush deepened. “I-I don’t mean for it to happen. It just does.” 

“You’re such a nervous little human.”

“I’m taller than you,” Ai Ying reminded him with an huff and took a long sip from her cup.

“But still short for a human,” Sun Wukong countered with a chuckle. 

“Not really. I know a lot of friends my size in the city. Most girls my age are around 5’1”, 5’2” or 5’3”, so I’m not that short,” She pointed out. 

“Do you ever wish my temple was closer to the city? You must miss your friends and family.”

Ai Ying lapsed into contemplative quiet. Did she miss her old life? Did she miss Yue and Xiu banter and their little nicknames? She certainly missed her parents and her mother’s home cooking, but she found she didn’t feel isolated or lonely living at the temple with Sun Wukong. Between him and the troop of monkeys that lived on the grounds of the temple, her life was always lively and interesting. 

“I miss some things,” Ai Ying admitted. “My mother’s cooking mostly and the cafe I frequented for their dumplings, but that’s about it.” 

“You don’t miss anything else? What about interacting with other humans?” Sun Wukong pressed. 

Ai Ying snorted in a dismissive sound. “I’ve always been more of an introvert. Yue and Xiu always said I prefer the company of animals to people.”

“You like the company of animals more than people?” Sun Wukong repeated looking at her with a raised eyebrow. He chuckled. “What does that make me then?”

Ai Ying blushed more. “You're more than some animal, Sun Wukong,” she told him, her voice raising. “You’re the Great Monkey King. The celestial hero of myth and legend. You’re my mentor and…”

The word “lover” got caught in her throat as he gave her an amused grin. Sun Wukong scooted closer and titled his head in a chimp like manner. “And what else, Ai Ying?”

Ai Ying’s heart thundered away in her chest. She lowered her gaze to the murky golden liquid in her tea cup, the same color as Sun Wukong’s eyes. She swallowed, gathering her courage. For the last several weeks, their relationship of student and mentor had blossomed into something more. “You’re my mentor and… Well… more than that. You’ve made my life interesting, Sun Wukong. Y-You’re nothing like the guys I used to date and hang around with.”

“I wouldn’t think I was like the human boys you knew. I am the Great Sage after all,” Sun Wukong declared. “I imagine, they don’t hold a candle to me.”

Ai Ying put her cup down and turned to him. Was she hearing things or did the Great Monkey King’s voice take on a jealous edge? She scooted over till there was no space left between them. “They don’t,” she said in earnest. 

Sun Wukong took a long sip from his tea cup, before turning to her. “Of course, they don’t. I am immortal, Ai Ying. I challenged the heavens themselves and was imprisoned by the Bubbha himself. I helped a monk reach the west to acquire scared text and trapped the Great Bull Demon King under a mountain for five hundred years. I-”

Ai Ying silenced him with a kiss. Sun Wukong leaned into the kiss, his mouth opening and sealing his mouth to hers, his tongue slipping out to brush her lower lip. She gladly responded, and slipped out her tongue to tango with his. 

They parted for air. Ai Ying gave him a heated gaze. She climbed into his lap. “Sun Wukong, it’s okay. Nobody is like you. That’s why I find you so fascinating. That’s why I like you.” She rethought over her choice of words. “Well, more than just that. I’m drawn to you like nobody else.”

Sun Wukong smirked. “How drawn are we talking about here, Ai Ying Boashi Hua?”

Ai Ying cupped his cheeks and kissed him again. Their lips moved in a slow sensuous dance that left her head spinning and left her breathless. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding as tight as she could. 

“Whoa! Damn,” came Macaque’s voice, causing Sun Wukong to growl with annoyance into Ai Ying’s mouth before pulling away. 

“Lousy timing much?” Sun Wukong told his old friend. Ai Ying made to leave his lap, but Sun Wukong tightened his hold on her waist, sending her a silent signal to not get up. He smirked at her blushing face before fully turning to Macaque. 

The black humanoid monkey shape-shifter looked between the two, before taking a seat. “Thought I’d join you two, but it appears you were in the middle of something.” 

“Can’t sleep?” Sun Wukong inquired before picking his tea cup back up and taking a long sip.

Macaque pulled out a bottle of rice wine. “Want some?” 

Sun Wukong grinned and emptied his cup before holding out his cup. “You know I can’t turn down wine.” 

“Course not,” Macaque replied and uncapped the bottle and poured the dark liquid into his cup. He then brought up the bottle to his own lips and chugged. He sighed with satisfaction. “So I thought she was just a new discipline.”

“I never told you what our relationship was for a reason,” Sun Wukong replied and then smirked. “What we are to each other isn’t any of your concern.”

“You fall in love with her, you won’t be able to bring out her full potential like you did MK,” Macaque replied with an nonchalant grin. 

Ai Ying couldn’t help, but feel insulted by the implications of Macaque’s words. She had heard of the Monkey King’s successor, Xaiotain and seen his face on the news whenever the city was under attack by a demon. Sun Wukong also wasn’t afraid to bring up Xaiotain in conversation. He was proud of his successor. 

“I’m not training to become a superhero,” Ai Ying said. 

“Then why are you training under the Monkey King?” Macaque questioned. He took another swig from the bottle. 

“I want to be able to defend myself if I come across others that wish to harm me,” Ai Ying answered honestly. “Back when I lived in the city, the shop I worked at was attacked by a local gang. I had to defend myself with a broomstick, while they had guns and knives. There may be demons out there that wish to bring the world down to its knees, but I grew up and lived in the poor part of the city. Gang violence was a daily threat. I know lots of families who lost family members or knew somebody who lost someone to gang violence.”

“So a bunch of thugs ruled the part of the city you grew up in and you want to make sure you’re strong enough to take them on if they attack you again?” Macaque guessed. 

“Something like that,” Ai Ying replied, feeling uncomfortable under his probing gold eyes. “The Monkey King had taken out the local gang that hunted the streets of my part of the city, but that doesn’t mean there won’t be others to take their place and if I decide to go back and live in the city, I want to be able to defend myself.” 

“How long have you been training under Wukong?” Macaque wanted to know. 

“Um… Probably four months or so,” Ai Ying said, trying to think of how much time had pass since Sun Wukong saved her and approached her about becoming his disciple. 

“Almost five,” Sun Wukong corrected before taking a long drink from his cup.

Macaque lapsed into a thoughtful quiet. He took another swig from his bottle and turned to the fire as it danced in the night. The sound of wind blowing through the deep valleys and chirping of crickets closed in around the campfire.

The fire crackled in the darkness of the night as the three enjoyed the warm late summer night. Its flames slowly died into burning embers that radiated orange in the darkness. 

“So how long do you plan on training her until you think she’s ready to return to the city?” Macaque finally asked. 

“It’s not up to me,” Sun Wukong replied as he held onto Ai Ying, who had started to doze off and on in his arms. “She’s the one who needs to decide when she’ll be ready to head back to civilization.”

A long quiet passed between Sun Wukong and Macaque. 

“You know it’s going to hurt when she realizes just how dangerous your life is and decides she’s better off with other humans than hanging around beings like us,” Macaque pointed out. “There always going be another opponent on the horizon looking to pick a fight with one of us.” 

Sun Wukong remained quiet and took another long swig from his cup. Macaque poured more into his cup. 

“ Besides…Beings like us aren’t meant to have significant others for a reason, Wukong,” Macaque told him firmly. “Our lives are too chaotic. There’s a reasons things never work out. She’s mortal, you’re not. You’re a powerful demi-god and she’s human. Sooner or later, you’ll only be able to take her so far in her training and will have to send her SUback to her old life where she’ll do what mortals do; meet some dude, fall in love, have kids, and then grow old and die. If she stays with you, things will get too dangerous for her. She’s not like MK.”

“I’m well aware of what she’s capable of, Macaque,” Sun Wukong replied solemnly. “She may not be MK and inherit my powers, but Ai Ying is tough and hardy. I knew that from the moment I met her in that alleyway when her and her friend were cornered by those thugs. If she wants to stay with me, I’m not going to push her away.”

“She’s that different, huh?” 

“She’s strong.”

Ai Ying sighed as she felt herself being placed on a mattress. She opened her eyes and found Sun Wukong had carried her to her bedroom. The Monkey King sat on the edge of her bed, next to her. He shrugged out of his shirt and undid the top of his pants, so he could shimmer out of them. She moved over so he had room to laid down beside her. He pulled her against his naked body and together they laid in the dark.

“Ai Ying… I’ve been thinking,” Sun Wukong started, his voice low and quiet. He tightened his hold around her. “I want you to stay with me. I like having you here, Ai. Would you consider staying here permanently?”

“Permanently?” Ai Ying shifted in his arms, so she could sit up and peer down at Sun Wukong’s face to study it. 

Sun Wukong’s golden eyes peer up at her in the darkness. “Yes. I love you, Ai Ying. I want you to live with me and make this place your home.”

Ai Ying felt like her heart was going to burst out of her chest. Sun Wukong wanted her to live with him! He loved her! A large grin spread across her lips as she threw herself at him and wrapped her arms tightly around his body. “I would like that! I would like that alot, Wukong.”

#Sun Wukong #original character #Monkie Kid fanfiction #Short story #Sun Wukong x Oc #Monkie Kid #Romance #Love story #One shot #six eared macaque #Kissing

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Absence

I haven't been on tumblr in ages!! I actually almost forget I had an tumblr because life has been that crazy!! So... yeah, I'm back and I do have some new stuff to post. Most of it pertains to an new obsession I've developed around Sun Wukong from Journey of the West and Lego Monkie Kid. Yeah, new obsessions!

Although, I've been also writing other stuff.... Nothing I deem worthy enough to be posted on the internet yet...

#writing wip #personal log

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Log 15

January, 1, 2022

Happy New Year’s Day, everyone. I thought I’d post all the books I’ve read throughout the 2021 year. I am one of those people who continuously buys books and more books and they sit on my shelf unread for a very long time. I don’t do this on purpose. It’s more finding the time and energy to sit down and allow myself to get lost in a good book. In the last two or so years, I’ve started working as paraprofessional substitute. During the pandemic there were times I went to work and found I had an large amount of time on my hands where I was either monitoring bathrooms or just being called on the radio to take students back and forth to the bathroom. I’ve been slowly working on that long list of unread books and I am happy to announce in the year 2021, I’ve read a total of 54 books! 

Here are the titles and who wrote them. 

1. You are a Badass: How to Stop Doubting Your Greatness and Start Living An Awesome Life, by Jen Sincero

2. Reality Unveiled, by Ziad Masri

3. The Unseen Realm: Recovering the Supernatural Worldview of The Bible, by Michael J. Heiser

4. Angels: Companions in Magic, by Silver Ravenwolf

5. Black Clover Volume 1, by Yuki Tabata (manga)

6. Black Clover Volume 2, by Yuki Tabata (manga)

7. Magi Volume 1, by Shinobu Ohtaka (manga)

8. Magi Volume 2, by Shinobu Ohtaka (manga)

9. Magi Volume 3, by Shinob Ohtaka (manga)

10. Beauty and The Beast Girl, by Neji (manga)

11. To Sleep In A Sea Of Stars, by Christopher Paolini

12. The Everything Guide to Cognitive Behavioral Theory, by Ellen Bowers

13. The Muse, by Jessie Burton

14. Anita Blake A Vampire Hunter Novel: Blood Noir, by Laurell K. Hamilton

15. Anita Blake, An Vampire Hunter Novel: Skin Trade, by Laurell K. Hamilton

16. The 10 Best-Ever Depression Management Techigues, by Margret Wehrenberg

17. Kingdom of the Wicked, by Kerri Maniscalco

18. The Heart of The Great Mother, by. Christine R. Page M.D.

19. The Temple of Doubt, by Anne Boles Levy

20. The Well of Prayers, by Anne Boles Levy

21. I Thought It Was Just Me; But It Isn’t, by Brene Brown

22. The Fandom, by Anna Day

23. Nightfall, by Jake Halpern and Peter Kwjawinski

24. You Are The Universe: Discovering Your Cosmic Self and Why It Matters, by Deepak Chopra and Menas C. Kafatos

25. McCavett’s Bride, by Carol Finch

26.  Rancher’s Wife, by Anne Marie Winston

27. Dark Fever, by Karen Mari Moning

28. Shamanism; How to Connect With Your Guides and Spirit Allies, by Suzanne Edwards

29. Skeptics and True Believers: The Exhilarating Connection Between Science and Religion, by Chet Raymo

30. The Unbound Soul, by Richard L. Haight

31. Soul Whispering: The Art of Awakening Shamanic Consciousness, by Linda Star Wolf and Nita Gage

32. Daughter of Smoke and Bone, by Laini Taylor

33. Days of Blood And Starlight, by Laini Taylor

34. Winternight Trilogy: The Bear and The Nightingale, by Katherine Arden

33. Winternight trilogy: The Girl In The Tower, by Katherine Arden

35. Winternight trilogy: The Winter of the Witch, by Katherine Adren

36. Fangirl, by Sam Maggs and Gabi Nam

37. Crave, by Tracy Wolff

38. Dracul, by Darce Stoker and J.D. Barker

39. The Hobbit, by J.R.R. Tolkien

40. Kiss of Fire, by Deborah Cooke

41. Not Part of The Bargain, by Susan Fox 

42. A Family To Cherish, by Cathy Gillen Thacker

43. Fantasy Lover, by Sherrilynn Kenyon

44. A Dark Hunter Novel: Night Pleasure, by Sherrilynn Kenyon

45. Dark Hunter Novel: Night Embrace, by Sherrilynn Kenyon

46. Dark Hunter Novel: Dance With The Devil, by Sherrilynn Kenyon

47. Dark Hunter Novel: The Book of Secrets, by Sherrilynn Kenyon

48. The Book of Secrets: Unlocking The Hidden Dimensions of Your Live, by Deepak Chropa

49. Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Novel: Flirt, by Laurell K. Hamilton

50. Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Novel: Bullet, by Laurell K. Hamilton

51. Black Butler Volume 30, by Yana Toboso (manga)

52. Where Oblivion Lives, by T. Frohock

53. Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Novel: Hit List, by Laurell K. Hamilton

54.The Power of Writing It Down, by Allison Fallon

#Personal logs #Personal log #Books #Bookworm #Supernatural books #Spirituality awakening books #Psychology books #Comparitive religion books #Western romance books #manga #Supernatural thriller books #horror books #Young Adult books #Young Adult Romance books #Laurell K. Hamilton #Sherrilyn Kenyon #Deepak Chopra

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Log 14

December 20, 2021

Being magically transported into some weird ancient stone temple was not my idea of how I wanted to start my first day off. Strange disturbing statues of eldritch creatures with many appendages, hanging tongues and way too many eyes looked upon me. Like a mouse being eyed by ravenous predators. The ceiling high above disappeared into swirling greys and blacks. Ahead of me was a raised dais where a hooded figure stood. 

“Who dares venture into the hall of heroes?” a booming masculine baritone demanded from the figure dressed in grey velvet. 

I glanced at the gnarly eldritch statues. Weird décor for an alleged hall of heroes. Maybe the architect was a big fan of Lovecraft. I remained where I stood. Should I answer the ominous hooded figure? Should I not answer the hooded figure? I wished I could reimagine myself somewhere else. I’d rather be on some nice sunny beach with turquoise waters where dolphins and fish played in the surf. 

“Depends on what happens if I say who I am,” I answered. The air radiated with energy, making the hairs on my arms and on the back of my neck rise. I could swear the eldritch statues were silently watching me, ready to break free from their stony cage and launch themselves at me. I tried to keep a grimace off my face. 

“Clever, human woman,” the hooded figure replied, the voice echoing off the cavern's walls. “If I tell you my name, will you volunteer yours?” 

“Fair enough,” I said quietly, stuffing my hands into the pockets of my sweatshirt. 

“I am Radagaisus,” the hooded figure replied, before pulling back his hood to reveal a dark skinned man with piercing glowing white eyes and greyed dreads wrapped up in a messy bun on top of his head. Silver tattoos of swirls and circles and lines decorated his chocolate brown complexion from his forehead to his chin. “Guardian of the Realms.” 

Now I felt like I was in some kind of superhero movie. Next Mister Sacred Guardian of the Hall of Creepy Eldritch monsters would probably make some grand speech of seeking an chosen one of pure of heart to take his place, destined to save the world from some ancient dark menacing threat. 

I licked my lips hesitantly. “My name is Wendy. Wendy Spencer.” 

“Not many humans can find this sacred space, Wendy Spencer,” Radagaisus said solemnly, his glowing white eyes scrutinizing me from his perch on the dais. “How did you come to this place?”

“Um… I was meditating,” I said, glancing around the foreboding temple. I looked down at myself, seeing I was dressed in clothes I would normally wear on the weekend when I went out to run errands instead of a baggy tank top that showed too much boobs and skimpy booty shorts. “I guess, I’m astral projecting or something? This… has never happened before.”

“Not many souls can find their way here,” Radagaisus said thoughtfully. “You must be in the midst of your own awakening to be able to navigate the ether realms. Do you crave power, Wendy Spencer?” 

That was a loaded question. Did I crave power? What kind of power were we talking about here? I mean, when I created main characters or my own anime persona, I’d like to give them amazing powers to rival any male adversary. Did that mean I secretly coveted power for myself? 

“Um… I guess everyone does,” I said, deciding that was a safe answer. I was like a lot of people. I’ve experienced a lot of times in my life where I felt like I had no control over the events that occurred. 

A rumble of murmuring voices resonated through the stone walls, making the floor underneath my feet vibrate.

“I was asking if you desired power, Wendy Spencer. Not everyone else, but you,” Radagaisus said, his voice leaning towards amusement at my indirect attempt to deflect the question. 

I glanced at the statues. What was going to happen if I said ‘yes’? Would the eldritch statues animate and descend upon me and tear me apart?  Could I lie? Should I lie? How did I really feel about power? 

 “With power comes great responsibility,” I said, quoting Spiderman. When in a superhero movie situation, you had to play your cards right. I kind of just wanted to get out of this creepy temple alive and intact. “Just because I might want power doesn’t mean I should probably have it. I mean, I don’t even know what kind of power we’re talking about here. Enough power to be like Superman or Hercules? To rival gods like Zeus or Odin or even God, Himself? I mean, is it a good idea to give someone like me magic powers, especially with the chance I might end up abusing them? Plus, that depends on what I’m supposed to do with these powers. Am I supposed to save the world from some ancient evil?”

“Do you believe in evil, Wend Spencer?” the guardian asked. I felt the penetrating curiosity of his glowing eyes as they gazed upon me. 

“Yes.. No…. I guess in the greater scheme of things evil is just a human construct, our way of trying to make sense of the bad things that happen in our lives. I don’t believe there's a universal evil. I believe there’s light and dark, creation and destruction, life and death. I don’t know. I guess it depends on your point of view and what you believe in.”

The air vibrated around me. The many eyes of the statues were starting to glow. The floor beneath me shook. 

This couldn’t be good. 

The rumbling of disembodied voices silenced. The shaking stopped. 

“It is decided,” Radagaisus said with a smirk. “The avatars have heard your answers and like what they hear.”

I glanced at the creepy statues. Avatars? 

The Temple Guardian gestured to the strange statues that lined the walkway to the dias. “Balrum Keeper of Forgotten and Forbidden Knowledge, Yadeth the Realm Walker and Master of Tricks and Games, Valinoth The Observer, Orumo Warrior Of Light and Darkness, Azama Lord of The Dream Realms and Mage of Wisdom through Suffering, Sunga Wish Granter of The Heart's Desires, Xalanos The Fertile, Korax The World Maker and World Breaker, and Zalith The Silver Tongue, Seducer of Kings and Emperors, and Chaos Bringer.” 

Wow, those were some titles. None of them sounded remotely good. 

“Wendy Spencer, the Avatars have decided you are worthy of their gifts,” Radagaisus announced. “If you accept their gifts, you will be impregnated with power beyond your imagination. Powers only reserved for a select few souls in all of the realms! Do you accept what the Avatars wish to offer?”

#writing sample #writing excerise #story wip #original story idea #original eldritch characters #eldritch characters #Chosen one #Eldritch

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Log 13

November 26, 2021- December 18, 2021

I stared out the window. Sunlight soaked into the puffy white backs of the clouds, making them glow against the endless spans of swirled shades of blue of the Atlantic Ocean thousands of feet below the S.H.I.E.L.D. cruiser. The altitude created a bubble of constant pressure inside my ears. I tried to ignore the discomfort the best I could, my attention focused on the magazine in my lap. I particularly didn’t care for popular tabloids, but it would be another six hours till we landed in London. I wasn’t a fan of having nothing to do. My mind tended to roam. 

“Anything interesting in that magazine, kid?” Luke Hamilton inquired over the distance rumble of the engines. He sat at the controls in the cockpit, his sunglasses hiding the cringle of tan skin around his hazel eyes as they gazed out into the endless sky ahead of the cruiser. 

“Nothing really interesting,” I answered truthfully. I wasn’t really interested in the daily drama of celebrities or the latest trends on diets and fashion. “Just stuff.” 

“How did the fearsome Lioness handle the news of you being based over in jolly ol’ England for the next five years?” Luke inquired with a flash of pearly white teeth in an easy grin as he tried to strike up conversation again for the fourth time since we departed from New Jersey. 

I suppressed the urge to tell the nosy agent it was none of his damn business, but I was stuck with him for the next six hours. Luke was in his late thirties. He had been barely  a rookie when my aunt, the indomitable Lioness, Katherine Murdock was still an active field agent at S.H.I.E.L.D. My aunt was a bit of a legend. She’s nowhere as famous or as well known as Black Widow or Hawkeye, but among the military recruited agents, her name carries a ring of familiarity. Especially if the field agents came from the U.S. Marines. 

I grimaced remembering Aunt Kathy’s reaction. “She wasn’t… exactly thrilled,” I said quietly. Not exactly thrilled was an understatement. She was about ready to call Nick Fury and chew him a new asshole over even thinking about sending her only niece/daughter, aka me, overseas to work with an organization as infamous as Hellsing. While S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hellsing had an on and off history of joining forces against the nonhuman threats facing mankind over the years, the relationship between was precarious at best. 

S.H.I.E.L.D. blamed Hellsing for the London Attack thirty years back in 2000.  Hellsing didn’t trust S.H.I.E.L.D. because of the incident at Greenridge in 2013 and the Slovakia crisis in 2015. 

As the global threats of nonhuman origin continued to rise, both organizations began to see they needed to work together. Hellsing started sending over some of their operatives to S.H.I.E.L.D. for training and handling of metahuman threats, specifically of the interdimensional and outer space kind. Hellsing specialized in the occult and supernatural creatures like vampires, witches, and werewolves, so S.H.I.E.L.D. has been sending over trainees like myself to become familiar with tactics employed by Hellsing against the dark arts and archaic creatures that hunted the night. 

A hand fell on my shoulder startling me, shattering my inner narrative. Wide eyed I looked up to see Amanda stifling a laugh at my flustered face. “S-Sorry, Jess.”

I glared at her, clutching my heart dramatically through my teal shirt. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Amanda! My heart nearly stopped!” 

She laughed. “Sorry, but it’s lunch time. I don’t want you missing out on your lunch break.” 

I pulled off my headphones and glanced around the assembly room. It was almost empty. Without the constant hum and rumble of machines, the large white room settled into a temporary quiet. I slid off my chair as Amanda headed towards the exit to go grab a smoke break. 

I reached underneath the table and pulled out my lunchbox. I followed after Amanda, heading for the cafeteria on the other side of the building. The  L.E.D. Industries plant was split into four major areas: Assembly, Stock, Shipping, and Testing. The layout of the plant was fairly easy to follow. The cafeteria was off the main floor, near Shipping and Testing. It was a long narrow room with blue and white floor tiles and off-white concrete walls. There were two working microwaves and a broken one. You could make yourself coffee with the cheap Mr. Coffee maker which was situated near the sinks in the back. There were also vending machines. One to satisfy employees’ cravings for junk food and another one that offered Pepsi products. 

There were a total of seven tables. I headed for my usual seat in the back of the room near the windows so I could look outside during lunch. A chill seeped through the paneling of the windows and radiated off of the glass. The world outside was a hazy picture of white, grey, and brown as snow whipped around in the wind. 

I quietly ate my tuna fish sandwich and sipped on Red Powerade, watching the wind gathered waves of freshly fallen snow and spun it across the open parking lots of the Industrial section. The buildings beyond the chain link fence that bordered the plant, stood tall and silent against the white-grey winter sky. 

“Agent Hellfire, I presume?” Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing. The Head of the Hellsing Organization. Authority radiated off of the fifty-year-old woman’s posture as she stood on the tarmac in the late rays of the descending sun. The sky was on fire with brilliant oranges and reds, making the shadow of the director of the Hellsing organization towered over her frame, a metaphorical giant of the woman’s eminence. Her steely blue eyes evaluated me as I stood across from her and her men. 

Suddenly, I felt underdressed and less than worthy of representing S.H.I.E.LD. I had freshly graduated from the Young Heroes program and had next to nothing in field experience. I had semi solid control over my abilities, but there were times when my control slipped. I wondered if I would prove to be useful to the Hellsing organization or more of a liability. 

I nodded awkwardly. “Y-Yeah. That’s me.” Good god, I was fucking stuttering. How freaking embarrassing. 

“I am Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing of the Hellsing Organization,” Sir Integra introduced herself. Her voice was as intimidating as her height and demeanor. She towered over my five foot two frame by a good five inches. “Welcome to the United Kingdom, Agent Hellfire or would you prefer to be called by your civilian name.”

“Um… You can call me by my real name,” I said quietly and shifted the weight of my duffle bag over my shoulders. “ Jerica Blake.” 

“Very well,” Sir Integra replied. “I hope you will be as great of an asset to the mission of Hellsing as Director Fury says you will be, Miss Blake. He spoke highly of your performance in the young heroes program.” 

I blinked. Well, that was news to me. Nick Fury rarely visited the young heroes program.  When the director did stop by for a visit, it was always a surprise. In all of my performance reviews the director was quick to point out how I had a bad habit of letting my temper interfere with my ability to control my powers. In the back of my mind I couldn’t help but wonder if the only reason Fury reckoned me for the exchange program was because it was one less destructive idiot S.H.I.E.L.D. had to deal with.

I frowned as I looked over the rough sketch of Jerica’s superhero outfit. I always imagined her decked out in some kind of red outfit, whether it was fire engine red baggy pants with lots of pockets and black sport bra with red details, or some kind of red spandex bodysuit under white shorts and black windbreaker zip-up hoodie that stopped around her ribcage with red and white high-top sneakers. 

The Hellsing estate reminded me of a fortress. It was hard to believe anyone would consider calling the imposing feat of architecture a home. There was a sense of constantly being watched, whether by the guards stationed at the front gates or by security cameras located throughout the estate’s immaculate grounds. Even the windows felt like eyes, silently peering down onto the 2024 black Jaguar XF as it followed the caravan of military escorts up to the front steps of the three story mansion with its grey brick façade and brightly lit windows that glowed in the oncoming of night. 

“You will be staying in the West wing with my men. There are currently two other S.H.I.E.L.D. field agents in our care. One of them, an upstart from the Young Heroes Program like yourself and the other a seasoned agent. Hopefully, you’ll recognize one or both of them from your time in S.H.I.E.L.D.,” Sir Integra elaborated as the vehicle came to a stop and her personal butler, Arthur, stepped out from the driver’s seat and rounded the car to open the door for his employer. 

“You will be assigned to Lieutenant Wells's command. She has been put in charge of overseeing your stay and training while you’re here. You will be answering to my First-in-Command, Commander Seras Victoria, as well as myself. All your missions will come directly from me. Is that understood?” 

I nodded. “Yes. Of course, Ma’am.” 

“Sir,” Integra connected me flatly. “You will refer to me as Sir Integra.”

I followed her as she strolled across the paved driveway and up the steps to the imposing duel doors that appeared to look like real wood, but were obviously made of a sturdier material. The feeling of invisible eyes observing me, sunk deep into my skin, making my flesh goosebumps. I glanced up at the intimidating structure and felt like there were more than security cameras watching from the shadows. 

Arthur opened the front doors to an expansive marble floor foyer. The front desk was located near the main staircase. A man with ginger hair like mine with a tweet cap sat behind it. Standing in front of the desk, waiting were two women. One was of African descent, her black hair pulled tight into cornrows. Her facial expression was all business and despite being smaller than the other woman, her body was compact and sturdy underneath her navy blue uniform. 

“Welcome home, Master,”  greeted the taller woman with short and spiky blonde hair. Her supernatural red eyes stood out against her fair white skin. I noticed she was dressed in a rather strange military outfit that reminded me of a sexy Halloween costume rather than a proper uniform. Did she have a say over what she wore as a commanding officer in Integra’s service or did they force her to wear that? Who would wear a skirt that short and expected to be taken seriously? 

The tall blonde turned to me and tilted her head with a smirk. “Don’t let the skirt fool you. I’m a lot tougher than I look.” 

I blinked in surprise. What the hell?!

“Miss Blake, this is Commander Seras Victoria,” Integra introduced the blonde to me. “She’s my personal bodyguard and longest employed commanding officer. I trust her judgement utterly. She’s also a vampire.” 

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise. A vampire? So this was one of the famous vampires that Hellsing had in their employment? I tried not to show too much curiosity at the appearance of the wriggle black-red mass that took the place of her left arm. After all, who the hell was I to judge another nonhuman? I wasn’t exactly “normal” myself. 

“The woman standing next to her is Lieutenant Cornelia Wells,” Sir Integra continued with the introductions. “As I informed you, Lieutenant Wells will be in charge of your stay as well as overseeing most of your training and missions.”

“You think you can give me a lift to Walmart after work?” Amanda’s voice pierced through the scene taking place in my head. 

Coming out of a serious daydream feels like waking up sometimes. This was one of those moments. It took a second for my brain to register her question. “Uh… Sure. I got nothing better to do this afternoon.” 

“Cool. I gotta get some stuff for tonight. I’m planning on trying to make my grandmother’s shepherd pie and it’s a lot cheaper for me to go to Wal-mart and get the fixings then going to Wegmans,” Amanda replied as she sat behind her machine. We were in the middle of a large order. We started it yesterday towards the end of our shift and were halfway through it. The parts for the circuit boards we were building were extremely tiny and needed to be placed just right on the board underneath a magnifying glass with the help of a machine arm. 

I soldered on the big parts and prepped the board for the smaller parts, before handing the board off to Amanda. 

“She adds red bell peppers into hers, along with frozen vegetables mix. Jen and Summer will be coming over for dinner tonight,” Amanda continued, her brown eyes focused on the screen before her. The drome of machines filled the Assembly room. 

“You should get good bread to go with it,” I said. “My mom always makes sure we get  good bread when having Shepherd’s pie.” 

“Hm, depends on how much I can spend. I also have to get stuff for my lunch for the week,” Amanda said, thinking about her weekly budget. “I figured if I use sixty dollars on groceries this week, the rest of this week’s paycheck will be going towards the rent. Friday my Landlady, Carla, will be coming over to collect the first half of this month’s rent. She has been helping me figure out a payment plan so I can manage my finances better. This week it’s the first half of the month’s rent, then next week I’ll put aside hundred dollars for the utility bill and then seventy for groceries, then the rest will go towards the rent for the week after, when she or Paul will come by to collect the rest of it. I figure if I can follow this kind of plan, I might be able to finally stabilize my budget in three months or four, depending if I can control myself not to splurge.”  

“Okay,” I replied. 

 Amanda was constantly struggling to meet all her bills on time. Factory work wasn’t exactly lucrative. We got paid barely above medium wage, and rises were far and in between. Amanda said the last time she got a raise was two years back and her paycheck only went up twenty-five cents. She’s been employed by L.E.D. Industries for six years now. Unlike myself, she didn’t start out as a temp hired through a temp agency. Her Aunt Shirley worked at L.E.D. Industries for the last fifteen years and put a good word in for her with one of the Supervisor so she was able to avoid jumping through the hoops that came with getting hired through temp agencies like Northwestern Employment or American Labor Force Corporation.

“Ben’s going to be in town next week or at least he’s going to try to be,” Amanda continued, shifting the direction of our conversation. 

I tried to keep a grimace from forming. Oh good Lord. “Really?” 

“It depends if he can hire an uber to take him from Mulberry to here and back again for a day. He’s been saving up for a visit for the last couple of weeks. He got a job at a bar through one of his roommates’ friends,” Amanda said. “It’s in downtown Mulberry near the river and the neighborhood has a lot of shops and restaurants around it. It’s within walking distance so he doesn’t have to worry about getting a ride to work every day.” 

“Hm, cool,” I said. I wasn’t exactly a fan of Amanda’s friend. Ben was what you called a play-boy. He and Amanda were friends with benefits. He lived with her a couple of times throughout the years. Since they were such “good friends” she never asked him to help with the rent or other bills. The boy couldn’t keep his dick in pants. He cheated on several of his girlfriends with either her or another mutual friend of theirs. 

“His roommate, Nick, has a band that plays at the local bars and Ben has been helping out with manning the equipment for the last couple of gigs they’ve had. Apparently, one of the bartenders at the last bar they played in had been looking for help in the kitchen. He and Ben talked and were able to work out a time for an interview,” Amanda continued. “He’s been working at the bar for a week now. He’s planning on getting a second job after he comes for a visit. He wants to save up for his own apartment in the next year or so, depending on how soon he can get that second job. I told him that I’m so proud of him. His luck finally might be changing for the better.”

I remained quiet. I kept my opinion to myself. I understood how hard it was to land a job in a tough job market. 

I pulled on my gloves after clocking out for the day. Amanda and I worked the day shift. We started at 7:30 in the morning and left at 3:00 in the afternoon. 

Freezing temperatures and dancing snowflakes greeted us as we exited the plant and headed out into the slushy parking lot. Amanda followed me through the rows of vehicles. Cars and trucks leaving kicked up spray of brown-white slush as they maneuvered towards one of the parking lot’s exits. 

My car, a silver grey GMC Terrain, sat between an black truck and a cerulean blue Subaru. I lived at home with my folks, so I had saved and saved till I could afford to lease a vehicle. My dad didn’t want me buying a previously owned vehicle and having the chances of it constantly needing to be fixed. Brand new vehicles, especially leased ones, were less likely to break down on you and if something did go wrong, there was a good chance that it would be covered under the lease.

I climbed into the driver’s side and dumped my lunchbox into the backseat. I dug around my purse for my phone so I could send out a text to my parents. I didn’t want them worrying about me.

Amanda shut the door on the passenger side. “Thanks again for this,” she said and then glanced at me. “Are you sure you don’t mind giving me a lift to Wal-Mart?”

I rolled my eyes. “Why the hell would I mind? You’re my friend, Amanda. Of course, I don’t mind giving you a ride to Wal-Mart.” 

Amanda smiled sheepishly. “I know. I know, but I never know if someone is just doing something to be nice or if they just feel sorry for me. I’m thirty and I still don’t own a fucking car. I have a crappy apartment with leaky pipes and bad heating in the winter and no A/C in the summer.”

“Everyone experiences bad luck,” I replied. “I’m twenty-two and I still live with my parents and don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Well, at least you’ve had a boyfriend. I’ve never had the luck of experiencing a real relationship yet,” Amanda pointed out as I put my vehicle into reverse and carefully backed out of the parking spot. I followed the line of vehicles towards the exit onto Johnson street. “All I’ve ever experienced are either one night stands, flings, and on-and-off friends with benefits type things.”

I laughed. “Okay. You got me there. At least I’ve had a boyfriend at one point and time. But man, did I fuck that up! The one guy who I thought I would be forever with and I was too much of a basket case to appreciate him.” 

“You’re not a basket case. You and I both are just really emotional people. We cry at a drop of a dime,” Amanda replied. “Most people don’t understand how to deal with emotional people. Especially in the middle of a breakdown. You’ve reminded me how many times it was okay to cry when I was bawling my eyes out at work?” 

I felt myself blush. “Yeah. I know. It’s just that… I don’t know…. I wish I wasn’t so sensitive. My dad was on me again about keeping a look out for a better job. ‘If you want to live on your own one day, you gotta have a job that can support you.’’”

Amanda rolled her eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with factory work. Plenty of people have factory jobs and can pay the bills.” 

“He wants me to find a better paying job. He thinks L.E.D. Industries can’t offer me the kind of future where I can become financially independent. He’d rather I look into working at somewhere like MBX or the Chevrolet plant in Milton,” I continued, frustrated. 

Slush brown tracks cut through the white of the snow covered roads. The tail lights of the cars ahead of me glowed red in the gloom of falling snow as we headed towards Wal-Mart on the Eastern side of Franklin. Most of the good stores and restaurants were located in Eastern Franklin. 

Wal-Mart’s parking lot was always packed, whether it was a work day, weekend, or holiday. I parked out near the closed Gardening center. I pulled on a knit head and zipped up my coat, pulling the zipper higher so my neck wasn’t exposed to the elements. Last thing I needed was a cold. 

The cold nipped at my cheeks as Amanda and I trudged through the slush and across packed snow. Cars maneuvering through the long tightly parked rows of vehicles, rolled by slowly as we headed towards the front entrance of the store. The greeters inside the entrance of Wal-Mart barely noticed Amanda and I as we walked across the slick wet paved floor of melting slush dragged in by other people. 

I shoved my hands into the pockets of my parka. “So where to first?” 

“Hm… How about we mousy around for a bit,” Amanda said as she yanked on the handlebars of a cart, separating it from the compacted line of carts. We headed into the aisles of health and hygiene products. She pulled her phone out from her coat’s pocket and brought up her grocery list. “Hm, I need to get shampoo, conditioner, and facial wipes.” 

We wandered through the health and hygiene aisles and ended up in the cosmetics. Amanda compared different tones of cover-ups, going into how she’s been following a youtuber who talked about what brand of make-up she found to work with her complexion. After cosmetics, we headed over to the women’s clothing section, before ending up in the electronics and entertainment section of Wal-Mart. 

Large plasma  television screens were stacked together on shelves, lining a large section of the back wall, towering over displays for I-phones, Apple watches, DVDs and Blu-Rays, and brightly lit cases of the latest video games and consoles. 

Amanda sorted through one of the large waist-high metal baskets of cluttered assortment of  older DVDs, while I checked out what Wal-Mart had available for Anime. 

After graduating college, I noticed I started drifting away from consuming anime series after anime series. I was becoming that type of nerd who only dedicated their time to one or two series, developing an obsession with the world and its characters for long periods of time. 

I had been a die-hard Naruto fan during my middle school and high school days. I was majorly obsessed with Sasuke Uchiha. 

Yes, I was and still am a Sasuke fangirl. I was really disappointed with the final chapters of the manga. I’ll spare you my opinion on the whole Sasuke and Sakura and Naruto and Hinata ending up together. You can find plenty of strong opinions and warring essays over which ships should have been made cannon on the internet. As they say, there’s cannon and then there’s fannon. And no, I don’t follow the newest saga of the series. Watching Boruto would be too much for my little butt hurt fangirl heart. 

I was currently obsessed with Black Butler and Hellsing. I got into Black Butler towards the end of my high school and beginning of college years. I had a Sebastian and Ciel blanket, a Sebastian keychain, and two Black Butler t-shirts. I kept up on the manga mostly. I had the first season of the anime series and the Black Butler Atlantic movie. I never watched the second season and I’m not exactly in a hurry to watch the Circus Arch, because of what happened in the manga. It was just so tragic. My heart hurt at what happened to the Circus performers  and how they met their untimely end in the manga.

Hellsing was more of an accidental obsession. I watched the first four episodes and barely got through episode five. The way Rip Winkle died creeped me out. Yes, the character was part of an evil Nazi organization and the scene was probably meant to imprint in the viewer of how cruel and sadistic Alucard was, but seriously why did her fucking death last seven minutes straight? I was able to watch the entire Adridge version of Hellsing Ultimate by Team FourStar. Mostly because of the brilliant script writing and that fact it made the Rip Winkle scene much easier to stomach. I accidentally became obsessed with the series, thanks to some really awesomely written fanfictions I found on Fanfiction.net and Archives of Our Own. As much as Alucard’s sadistic and way too overpowered, he really was an intriguing character to read about outside of the anime. 

I have a thing for emotionally unstable characters apparently. Plus, the series was focused on the subject of vampires, which I’ve been obsessed with since my high school days. I discovered Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles when I was in ninth grade. Let’s just say, I haven’t looked back since. 

Oh? 

The front cover of a DVD with a certain vampire supporting orange tinted sunglasses and a ridiculous red fedora caught my eye. A Hellsing Ultimate DVD and Blu-Ray set sat among the rows of anime series like Demon Slayer, Dragon Ball, and Naruto.  

Speaking of which, I thought and reached down to pick up the red and orange packaged DVD. I turned the box over to see whether the DVD had an English Dub version or only offered the original Japanese script with English subtitles. It was a two disco set with all ten episodes of the Hellsing Ultimate OVA. 

Huh. Cool, I thought. I kind of wanted to try and finish the actual anime OVA at some point, but I was weary of the episodes focusing on the actual London Attack. Besides the episode with Rip Winkle, there was also the fact I would have to watch episode seven which centered around Seras and her tragic backstory. I was fine with reading physiological dark and heavy moments in books, but I couldn’t stomach watching it. I was funny that way.

I deliberated on whether to buy the DVD set or not. Sometimes I bought DVDs planning on watching them at some point, but never got around to actually sitting down and watching them. Those DVDs were now lost somewhere in the bottom of a box in the junk room. 

To buy or not to buy is the question, I thought whimsically. I could always just hunker down in front of the computer in my room and watch it. Neither of my parents were fond of horror movies or anything horror related. I liked watching stuff on the large screen tv down in the living room at home, but it was a bitch waiting for an afternoon where it was just me at home for a long enough period of time to watch a full length movie by myself without someone walking in and getting uncomfortable. 

I sighed. Damnit, my will power was weak today. 

Good choice, little girl. 

Goosebumps broke out along my arms underneath the sleeves of my shirt and hair rose on the back of my neck. Wide eyed, I glanced up and down the aisle I stood in. What the hell?!

There was one person in the aisle and they had their back to me, checking out the Blu-rays on the other side. The guy looked in his mid-thirties, but he had been way too far away to be the voice that whispered in my ear. It felt like someone had been standing right behind me. 

I shivered and turned to head off to find Amanda. It was just probably my imagination. Yep, definitely my imagination. I had been way too obsessed with watching Hellsing and Alucard AMVs. Maybe I’ve become too immersed in reading fanfiction. That voice sounded like it belonged to the English voice actor of Alucard, Crispin Freeman, but that was impossible! 

I need a break from Hellsing and Alucard, I concluded mentally later on while surfing the web on the I-pad. I sat in the living room with my dad, while he was watching whatever was on the Sports Channel. He sat in a chair for the sake of his back, while I laid sprawled out on the couch in one of my favorite fleece pajama pants with the silver icy blue and teal plaid pattern on them. 

I typed in otome games and scrolled through the various pictures on Google’s search engine. Maybe it would inspire me to write my own reverse harem story. I had so many potential ideas floating around in my head.

 I had a Hellsing Ultimate-Marvelverse narrative that took up much of my daydreaming, along with a self-insert narrative when I get magically transported into Black Butler and got to have  hot messy sex with Sebastian on the sly throughout the manga storyline. I also had ideas for my own series, one involving a lot of worldbuilding and various main characters with each of their own storylines. My brain was a crowded place to live in. 

It was no wonder why sometimes I just sat at the computer and felt completely lost on where to start. Should I write out the self-insert Black Butler story? What about the crossover between Hellsing Ultimate and the Marvel verse involving my own super heroine, Jerica? Or I should start making worldbuilding outlines and character profiles for the Chronicles of Anu? I was still working on the title of the series. 

“Jess, it’s 7:30,” Mom called from the kitchen, her voice carrying over the volume Dad blasted tv’s speakers at. “You haven’t packed your lunch for tomorrow yet!”

I glanced at the corner of the I-pad screen. Shit. She was right. I sat up and maneuvered around Dad’s chair so I could go into the kitchen and make my lunch for tomorrow.

#incomplete #writing sample #original characters #Crossover #Marvel #Hellsing Ultimate #two running alternative narratives #fanfiction #fanfiction crossover #Alucard #day-in-the-life #daydreaming main character #ocs #fangirl oc

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Log 12

December 5, 2021

The cult of Alzaron was located in a nondescript abandoned factory. The members paid to keep the empty building from being demolished. Most of the windows were either broken or covered in a thin level of dust.  The upper floors were left alone and empty, while the bottom most floor had been cleared of factory equipment and made into an members’ only indoor parking area. 

“Ah, welcome. Welcome. Welcome to the Cult of Alzaron.” Christopher Delman, the current high priest, wore a charming smile and was dressed in a three piece blue business suit with a royal purple tie and pale blue button-up. During the day he was a member on the board of trustees for a pharmaceutical company. An causcian male in his early fifties with a pleasant disposition and bright baby blue eyes and pale blonde hair. There was nothing about Christopher Delman that screamed cult leader. He had a wife and two grown sons in college. He attended the Lady of Saints, Catholic Church with his wife on Sundays and was known to donate on the regular to a local homeless shelter and Soup Kitchen. 

“Christopher Delman, a pleasure to meet you in person,” Azdranel said smoothly with a serpent grin, flashing extra sharp canines testing the man’s nerves. In human form Azdranel towered over the six foot Causcian man by a good four inches. Unlike Dr. Delman's more compact and thick human mid-age body, the eldritch entity’s body type leaned towards ridiculously tall and thin and bony with gangly legs and arms. Azdranel could have chosen a more appealing human form with a little more muscle and fat on the bones, but they found great pleasure in watching human men try not to squirm at the physical reminders that the cult members were dealing with a nonhuman entity. “I trust your people have everything prepared for my meeting with your Lord and Master?” 

Christopher nodded eagerly. “Of course. Of course. Although I must admit the stars aren’t quite aligned for my master to fully manifest Himself on this plain, but He sounded like He was all too happy to meet with you.” 

Azdranel smirked as the eager high priest showed the way to the elevator in the far back of the indoor parking lot. They followed Christopher Delmon into the elevator and titled their head in amusement as the human cult member fumbled trying to press the right button for the basement levels hidden underneath the building.  

“I noticed there was a missing person’s report on the front page of the Richmond Police Website. Your people wouldn’t have anything to do with that, now would you by chance?” Azdranel asked in a casual tone. Their one lime green visible eye observed Christopher Delman’s spine straighten. “I believe the girl’s name was Tamara Holbrook. Age: 17, Race: African American. Attractive young human female. Such soft mocha skin and thick coarse dark brown hair. She had been last seen Sunday evening by her aunt.” 

“In fact, there’s been a 1.5 percent rise in missing person’s reports in the last month,” Azdranel continued with a hum. Christopher Delman’s heart rate went up as they continued to talk and a faint salty smell of sweat filled the confined space of the elevator. “Rural communities are hotbeds for unsolved missing persons cases. Most of the cases involve human girls from the ages of 15 through 19. Such a narrow age range.”

“Well, like you said rural communities are hotbeds for missing person’s cases. The local authorities don’t have the resources to recover every single missing person that crops up,” Christopher replied. His voice was becoming strained and forced. “ I can assure you, my lord. The cult of Alzaron has nothing to do with the rise in missing persons reports.” 

“Well, I hope not. Drawing unnecessary attention to one’s cult in this day and age can prove to be fatal,” Azdranel said. The elevator dinged and the metal doors slid open, revealing a high ceiling concrete hallway. “And although the world’s population has exploded, its predicted there will be a sharp decrease in birth rates in humans in the coming centuries. One must be careful in choosing human sacrifices.” 

“Well, of course. We are quite selective in who we bring into our fold for our god,” Christopher replied in a curt tone. “Our god’s bridal sacrifices are selected carefully.”

Azdranel titled their head in a birdlike fashion to stare down at the human high priest. The white sclera of their eye shifted to a harvest gold in hue, making the lime green of the iris all the more vibrant. The human’s attention was kept forward and appeared to be ignorant of the change in the entity's visible eye as the two of them walked down the long hallway to a set of large duel ornate doors.

The mark of the outer god was inscribed into the soft metal of the doors amid an viscal sea of writhing human bodies in bold relief. The doors opened with a musical tone revealing the inner sanctum of the cult's temple. The room rose high over into a spherical shape, supported by thick steady walls. The floor of the temple was cut into steps that descended onto the circular floor inscribed with the mark of  Alzaron, one of hundreds of thousand of outer gods/ether denizens that whispered and infiltrated intelligent worlds to influence and convert those world’s sentient races to worship them, so they could feed off of the energy of zealous religious devotion,  and admiration. 

 A group of ten priests dressed in cream musclin robes greeted them. Two of the members helped  their high priest change into a high collared cream tunic and a vivid ruby red robe. 

“Hail Alzaron! Hail Azdranel! Hail the Old Ones of The Outer Realms!” the members chanted. Their male voices melodic and feverish in admiration and devotion.

Christopher turned to Azdranel, his professional demeanor shifting to one of a zealous priest ready to do his deity’s bidding. He bowed with both of his arms crossed across his chest. “Hail the Outer Gods! Hail Alzaron, Prince of the Eighth Realm of theVoid, Honorable Ruler of Alzuthyllan, and Offspring of Xanthos and Thalyn.”

“Hail Alzaron!” the members parroted.

“We, the humble priests of Alzaron, welcome the Mighty Realm Walker, Azdranel, to our lord’s  blessed inner sanctum,” Christopher declared with reverence. “We are most honored to have  your presence among us, O Great and Infinitely Knowledgeable Traveler. Alzaron is most pleased to recede you on his doorstep.”

The hooded priests migrated to the outer steps of the sigil of Alzaron and began chanting. The language of Moual rang through the cavernous temple. The sigil of Alzaron began to glow a fiery reddish-orange light filling the space with firelight. 

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Log 11

November 25, 2021

 Crystal halls of quartz shone like sunlight underwater. The walls hummed with energy. A nondescript song so low, a normal set of ears could barely pick up the low hum as they walked down the shimmering speckled titled floors. Rendalyn Aziran walked with purpose down the hallway. The heel of their velvet boots clicked against the graphite floor as they headed towards the heart of the crystal fortress. Angular columns wrapped in the winding bodies of detailed serpents stood on either side of the arched entrance into the inner sanctum where their master stood at the bottom of the dais looking up in contemplative silence at Azaroth, the Great Conquer. 

“The eyes of Azaroth are open,” Talozian Zalani spoke as Rendalyn approached.

 Rendalyn raised their gaze towards the face of the Ancient God of Conquest. The statue’s three set of eyes were made of piercing black opal that sparkled with a rainbow hue caught in the subdued sunlight that managed to pierced through the semi transparent surface of the domed roof of the naos, the inner heart of the fortress. Most of the time, Azaroth’s eyes were closed by a thin layer of alabaster, engineered to allow the spirit of their deity to open the statue’s eyes when faced with an outside threat to the fortress. One of Azaroth’s clawed hands was at it’s sword.

 “His hand is on his sword,” Rendalyn noted. They looked to the towering figure of their Lord. “What does it mean? Is it Soltriel? Or perhaps Valtisar?”

 Talozain Zalani studied the fighting stance of Azaroth. The alabaster statue solemnly moved from its relaxed stance to one prepared for attack. The fortress of Azathrimbor was impregnable. Neither the armies of Soltriel nor Valtisar have breached its defenses. During both attacks Azaroth had stood smugly in the naos, its many arms relaxed and eyes closed. 

Just who or what could get you so riled, Great Conqueror of the Realms, Oh Lord and Master of War and Battle? Talozian wondered, staring up at the fortress guardian and Chief god of war. “Send word to Leagros. Tell him to get his troops ready.” 

“Oh course, my liege,” Rendalyn said with a swift bow before turning on the heel of their boots and heading off to send ward to the Captain of the Doom Bringers. The Commander slowed their pace. The feeling of being observed by invisible eyes invaded their awareness. The six foot tall Aenvir stopped. They peered over their shoulder. A bright and intelligent gold colored eye surveyed the empty hallway behind them. 

Rendalyn turned more fully towards the open air behind them and lifted their mismatched eyes of gold and blue. 

I jerked awake. Sweat beaded along my forehead and ran down the sides of my face. I groaned into my hands, more than a little freaked out. What the hell was that? My dreams were never that vivid and detailed. It was like watching a scene from some high fantasy movie.

I sat up and looked around my room with a frown. Another weird dream, but it had been different than the usually garbled mess of inconstant images. I shivered as the image of those piercing mismatched cerulean blue and gold flashed through my mind.

It’s just a weird dream, I reminded myself as I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and turned it on in the dim lighting of my room. Seven in the morning. Grey morning sunlight filtered through the holes in the blinds of my windows. The rumble of a car driving through my neighbor could be heard through pale blue walls.  

I picked up my glasses off the nightstand and put them on. “Might as well get up.”

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Log 10,

November 21, 2021

Sometimes we all need a little push. A nudge from someone else or something else to get us moving in the right direction.

I received a mysterious velvet blue envelope in my mail one day. It was addressed to me. My name scrolled elegantly across the front in sparkly black ink. Once inside the house and I set down my lunchbox and purse, I carefully examined the mysterious envelope. There was no return address.

“What is this?” I asked out loud. I felt slightly guilty ruining the velvet casing as I carefully opening the envelope. Age parchment peeked out among the dark soft blue fabric. Slowly, I pulled the fragile piece of aged paper out. The edges of the paper darken with age. The handwriting looked like it had been done with an ink quill pen.

My dearest Jessie,

By the time you open this little letter, the time of magic and myth will be nothing more than a distance memory and bedtime story for mankind. I fear I shall have faded away to a mere shade of myself by the time this comes into your possession. My sweet girl. My little candle in the dark. How barren and bleak your world looks to my kind. A world tamed by man. Mankind will no longer be subject to the fury and wills of nature, but master of Iron, Steel, and Concrete, made lesser by their own self domestication.

Do you weep for the world you live in? How hollow your existence must feel? I weep openingly for you. The Christian God is the bringer of Doom for us all. His faith spreads like wild fire, seeking out every domain of the old gods and crushing them under His might. Fear and despair swallows all as His angels race on the winds behind his mortal servants eager to smite us, chasing us to the ends of the world, hounding out our hiding spots and slaying our worshippers where they stand.

We are not what we were once upon a time. A proud wild people forced into the darkness, into the barrest of lands where the light of the sun cannot reach. My heart blackens at the thought of what my descends will be subjected to.

There is nothing we can do. It is our fate.

The war is failing, and we are lesser for it.

I see you in the far future, a flickering light among the shades of grey of a dead world. Will you grant this old fey’s wish? Will you honor your ancient roots, little witch of the Lord? Will you call on your God and beg Him to allow my descendants to barter for freedom from the dark realms and be reborn as apart of your people? I can only hope you have began to Awaken and come into your own power by the time this letter of mine reaches you. Go into the higher realms and kneel before your God and bespeech him to meet with the heads of our tribes, our elders and princes. Perhaps your God will lend an ear to one of His own and lessen His mighty grip on the world.

I fear for my kin’s future. I fear for what will become of my descendants. Force to feast on the filth of the world, the noxious vapors humans emit. Can you look into the eyes of my sons and daughters and see them for the fallen ruined race they are. Can you look into the eyes of a daimon and see what their ancestors once were before their race was brought to ruin? Can you offer us a path to salvation?

Truly yours,

Magnus

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Log 9

October 31, 2021

 Halloween equates to movie marathons and snacking on tons of junk food and pizza. It’s been a tradition that has been going on since our high school days. Of course, these days my friends and I are lucky if we all can meet on Halloween because of our different schedules. Most years we either must celebrate it a few days early or a few days late.

 “May and I can pick up the pizza and drinks on our way over,” Rachael Stone replied over the loudspeaker on my phone.  I was at the table in the dining room, sketching in my sketchbook while we talked. “Anything else you want us to pick up at the store before we come over. Donuts maybe? Or Sprite and Dr. Pepper?”

 “Nah, I already bought the pop and candy yesterday while my folks and I were out grocery shopping,” I replied. “May and I were debating over either doing a Resident Evil marathon or the Underworld movies. Which sounds better?”

 “Um… You know I’m not a big fan of horror movies,” Rachael replied. “Can we at least sneak one comedy in between?”

 “Which one are you thinking about watching?” I asked as I worked on a Halloween theme sketch of some of my younger characters: Greg, Emma, Robin, Will, Trevor, and Shell.  Emma and Robin were the only humans in the group, while the rest were an assortment of hybrid type monsters. “I can go stop at the Red Box down on Alton square and pick one up.”

 “How about May and I bring one over? We have a lot of movies at home we can chose from,” Rachael replied thoughtfully. “We can bring over a Disney movie or two or something like that. We’ll have to look.”

 I could faintly hear May’s voice in the background. “How about Howl’s Moving Castle? We haven’t watched that one in a while.”

 “Howling’s Moving Castle sounds good to me,” I said. “By the way, I’ll pay you back for picking up the pizza and wings on the way over.”

 “It’s usually about thirty something, right?” Rachael said, estimating what the pizza and wings were going to cost altogether. “Don’t worry about paying us back. You’re always feeding May and I dinner when we come over, so don’t worry about the money.”

 “I know. I know,” I said dismissively and rolled my eyes.

 “Are we meeting up at your house first before heading over to the cabin or should we just meet over there instead?” Rachael asked wanting to know where we were going to meet up at.

 A little under a mile away from my house my family had built a cabin for when extended family members came into town. It was more like a house than a cabin, but hey, a lot of the furniture was donated by my aunts and uncles. The cabin sat in a dip in the hilly terrain, built next to the treelined at the back of the rolling fields that were apart of my family’s property.  

“How about we meet at the house and then head over?” I suggested.

 “So what time do you want us to head over at?”

 “How about five-thirty? I’m planning on calling Hometown Pizza around 4:30 since I’m pretty everyone and their brother will be ordering out tonight,” I replied.

 “Okay, so at five-thirty we’ll go get the pizza and wings, then stop by the store so I can pick up some hard cider and then we’ll see you at your house,” Rachael said going over what she and May needed to do before they came over for our Halloween movie bash over at the cabin. “You sure there’s nothing else we need to get for tonight?”

 “Maybe a jacket and hoodie incase the weather is nice enough later on for a fire,” I said with a hum. The forecast called for overcast skies and a chance for a drizzle, so the chances for a campfire was low, but it never hurt to hope for good conditions. It was one of those things everyone enjoyed the most when staying at the cabin. We had an old burn barrel from the barn that family members and friends enjoyed sitting around during campfires. It was the right size for a good size fire. Also, since we lived out in the country and nears the woods, so timber was always available.

 “Alright. Sounds like a plan. I’ll text you when we get the pizza, Jess,” Rachael said before hanging up.

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Log 8

October 30, 2021

 Everyone celebrates Halloween differently. Some folks take their kids out trick-or-treating. Some go to elaborate costume parties with friends and family. Some go legend-tripping through haunted locations or riding through a cornfield or walking through haunted houses where costumed actors jump out and provide them with a safe adrenaline rush and giggles and screams.

 This Halloween I chose to honor the men in my life by accompanying them to the Wild Sabbath, a celebration tuck away from the world of humans in the deep recesses of the rural countryside, protected by vast woods and the steep uneven terrain. A celebration dedicated to the harvest and cycle of life and death as the last days of the autumn harvest gives way to the coming of winter. All manner of otherworldly race and being gathered to praise their gods for their generosity for long warm summer days and productive autumn harvests.

 The rhythmic beat of drums meld with strings of fiddles and makeshift banjos and clacking of bones and the steady stomp of bare feet upon packed earth. Fires blaze in clearings scattered across the woods, winking between woods and interwoven thickets. Mirthful laughter and excited chattered intermingled with the rustle of dead leaves and low hanging branches as inhuman shapes and figures dance and dart from bonfire to the next, where tightly huddled groups exchanged cured meats, dried candied fruits and nuts, freshly baked slice bread smeared with wild berry jams and honey. Mugs of fermented berries and wild grains mixed with honey and milk, or water were passed around from one individual to the next.  Songs and poems centered around regional myths and oral history were sung and danced out for spectators as they sat huddled by the fires, wrapped in blankets whether stolen off of unattended human laundry lines or are handmade with deer, coyote, bobcat, lynx, and bear skins.  

 Figures and profiles of various, shapes, sizes, color, and tribes intermingled. Some were fully decked out in beads, furs, and crafted leather. Others were half clothed or roamed around bare naked unashamed and free.

 I scrunched up my nose and attempted to not grimace as the mug of fermented drink was passed to me. I titled the earthen mug towards my mouth and let the strange brew coat my palette. I gagged at the bitter taste and wiped my mouth, passing the foul drink to Teagan, who laughed at the look on my face.

 “Ha! She drank it! Kyrand, you betta pay up!” Teagan turned to Kyrand with a toothy grin.

 Kyrand growl gruffly in the back of his throat and dug around into the deer skin bag tied around his waist. “Shuddup. Snarky asshole.” He pulled out a polished stone of moon quartz and tossed it to Teagan before taking the mug from my hand and drinking a mouthful before passing it to the next fey.

 “I told ya, Max is too polite to reject an offer of muld,” Teagan teased. “Not all humans are rude fucks. Some of ‘em have manners.”

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Log 7

October 26, 2021

 I am thankful for my body. It is my vehicle. The vessel I need to interact with the world around me. I am thankful for my eyes because they enable me to see and appreciate all beauty the world has to offer. I am thankful for my nose because I can smell my favorite foods and it enhances my appreciation for what I eat. I am thankful for my mouth because I can pronounce words to communicate my needs and ideas for others. I can also smother my cats with kisses.

 I am thankful for my head because it holds important sensory organs like my eyes, ears, nose, and tongue to taste, see, and hear, along with my brain which I not only use to contemplate and imagine, but also plays a crucial role in monitoring all the important rhythms of my internal organs.

 I am thankful for my arms and hands because they allow me to express my love for others by hugs and cuddles. My hands help me to type and to draw. I am thankful for my abdomen because it holds all my important organs like my heart, lungs, stomach and intestine and liver. My body may be not skinny or slender in anyway, but it connects my head to my waist. I can dress myself in t-shirts and plaid and jeans or in tights and a dress.

 I am thankful for my legs because they support my body and transport me to the places I want to go. They help me dance and run and jump.

 I am constantly learning to be grateful for my body even thought its far from the unrealistic beauty standards we’re all exposed to. This is the body I was born into. It grows and changes with me and while it’s not perfect, it’s mine and I’m learning to appreciate all it does for me.

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Log 4

October 23, 2021

 “~Oh Jessie~.” The tone in Paradox’s voice said it all. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to guess that they had something up their sleeve and I was going to get dragged into it.

 “Whatever it is. No,” I said. It was the weekend. I had two days off and I was planning on doing as little as possible. Currently, I was sprawled out on the couch, snuggled underneath a nice soft blanket and focused on playing a game of Tetriod on Cool Math games.

 In a blink of an eye Paradox plopped down on the coffee table across from me and switched the I-pad in my hands for one of the miniature sketchbooks I recently finished. “Dude! Seriously?”

 “Jessie. Sweetheart. My dearest creator. You know this was coming sooner or later,” Paradox replied cheerfully. The interdimensional trickster and literal manifestation of the universal law of paradox leered at me like a fiend waiting to unleash their devious plan on their next unsuspecting victim. The mischief shone brightly in their otherworldly harvest gold eyes. “I was practically made for this. You know it. I know it. So…. Tell me who you want me to teleport onto this plain of existence so you finally full fill that lifelong dream of yours.”

 Oh no. No. No. Nonono, the practical side of me screamed with rising panic to what Paradox was referring to. I looked from the inconspicuously sketchbook sitting harmlessly in my hands to the beaming face across from me. To the average set of eyes, Paradox took the form of a lanky twenty-something man of Indian heritage dressed in a cerulean long sleeve shirt underneath a navy-blue cardigan and ripped jeans. Their black hair was gelled into stylish haphazard spikes. The carefree smile on their face was disarming and friendly. Besides the strange gold eyes, most people would mistake Paradox as a normal albeit overly friendly human being.

 “Ah-Ah,” Paradox wagged at finger at me, stopping me from instinctively protesting to what they were suggesting. “You and I both know what it is you desire the most. Your deepest darkest most hidden desire that you want but are afraid to admit to because you think it will end in disaster.”

 “B-Because it will! Just because I have the means do something doesn’t mean I should,” I argued shakily. My head spung at what Paradox was suggesting. It was one thing to daydream and write about and draw something, but it was another thing to be bring it to life! “Paradox stop! You’re going to give me an essential meltdown and I really, really don’t need that right now!”

 Paradox titled their head and gave me a look. “That’s it. You leave me with no choice.”

 The sketchbook disappeared from my hands and reappeared in theirs.

 “Paradox?! Paradox! No! No!” I threw the blankets back and jumped to my feet, my hands flailing as I dove to snatch the sketchbook out of Paradox’s hands. Paradox teleported out of my reach. I cursed a blue streak as my clumsy attempt forced me to hit my knee on the sharp edge of the coffee table before falling onto all fours.

 Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

 “This is for your own good, my dear,” Paradox’s disembodied voice echoed around me. Suddenly my entire body felt like the energy had been drained out of it and made of lead. The living room around me titled and distorted as I found myself extremely dizzy. I struggled to keep my eyes open. My eyelids drooped as the feeling of needing to sleep flooded my body.

 The last coherent thought that entered my mind before I blacked out was “This can’t be good.”  

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Log 4

October 17, 2021

 Meghan was no pretty girl next door, nor she was some gorgeous femme fatale. She wasn’t the shy awkward homely look geek who transformed into eye candy when she took off her glasses. She was a chunky rotund woman of twenty-eight years old. Her brown eyes were too small for her face with or without her Elton John tinted glasses. When she wore her hair in a ponytail, she had strands of fly away hair sticking up and a low hair line. She never dressed to impress, choosing to dress in baggy jeans and oversize hoodies.

 She had a no-nonsense attitude and had a permanent resting bitch face. When asked what she did for a living her answer was she worked for an eccentric with too much time on his hands. She never went into details what the job entitled or how much she was paid, except it paid well enough.

 “Ugh, you look like a fucking racoon. When was the last time you slept?” Meghan’s half-sister, Taylor, declared first thing when she slid into the green booth across from her. Out of all her half and step siblings, Taylor was the only person who took interest in Meghan’s well being and went out of her way to check in on her.

 “I always look like I need sleep, Taylor,” Meghan answered in a matter-of-fact tone.

 “Okay Daria,” Taylor replied with a roll eye. Her slate grey eyes narrowed at the woman across from her. “By the way, I’m paying this time.”

 Meghan raised an unkept eyebrow. “You don’t have to.”

 “No. I insist,” Taylor said emphasizing the word “insist.” She frowned taking in the entirety of Meghan’s frumpy appearance. “When was the last time you wore anything besides a hoodie and jeans?”

 Meghan gave her half-sibling a flat look. “We’re not talking about updating my wardrobe. I’m comfortable. That’s all that matters.”

Taylor, like Meghan, was no skinny little thing. She shopped in stores like Torrid and Lane Bryant. She was a curvaceous woman like her mother. She also inherited her mother’s head of ultra-thick sandy blonde hair that she stylized into falling around her round blushing cheeks and shoulders in cascading waves. She wore make-up and preferred dress pants and skirts to jeans. She worked as a beautician and was constantly bugging her half-sibling to come into the shop she worked at.

 “You should come in for a spa day,” Taylor prompt. “I can set up you with Danni.  He’s really good with massage therapy and then maybe an manni and petti? I could help you pick out a new hairstyle, other than throwing it up in a ponytail. Your hair has such rich color in it. I bet we could really make those copper red highlights pop by adding a few caramel streaks and maybe some curls.”

 “Why are you so obsessed with my hair? I like it the way it is,” Meghan said exasperated. Her tone indicated she’d like to drop the conversation.

 “One day I’m going to convince you to come in and do something totally wild and you’re going to like it and wonder why you didn’t take my offer up sooner,” Taylor said confidently.

“When hell freezes over,” Meghan replied.

 “You know when humans say stupid shit like that, I don’t know if I should laugh or roll my eyes.” Meghan and Taylor turned from their conversation to discover two piercing lime green eyes outlined in kohl regarding them from a bored chocolate colored face bordered by thick wild burgundy sideburns.  The man offered a suave smile filled with white shiny super straight teeth. “Afternoon loves.”

 Taylor’s jaw dropped.

 “Hey Othello,” Meghan replied. “Why are you out prowling during daytime hours?”  

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Log 2

October 16, 2021

 Somewhere along the way, I learned you could love the devil and love God at the same time. I walk the place where shadows and sunlight meet and meld and blend. Where the light and the darkness come together. One foot in one world and the other foot in another. To walk such a path requires sacrifice. It requires letting go and having complete faith in the road leading you onwards. It means willing to be uncomfortable and letting things happen as they will. It means giving up perceptions you were fed your entire life. It means going deep inside and examine everything you’ve ever believed and accepted as true about the world. It means, challenging yourself to see things differently.

 Existence is a strange place. An interwoven quilt. Each switch lovely sown. Each piece of fabric chosen carefully. The pattern complex and strange and unfamiliar because you’re one of the threads woven in. A single cell in a greater and larger organism. An apart of a bigger reality you don’t even know exists around you but can sense once you quiet all the voices that tell you what you’re supposed to be, what you’re supposed to do, and how you’re supposed to behave. It’s liberating and yet terrifying. You regain an part of you that you thought you lost or were told didn’t exist.    

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Log 1

October 10, 2021

 I’ve created a lot of stories over the years. Some of my oldest stories are buried in some box underneath all the crap accumulated in the junk room. Along with the comics I made during my middle school years.

 Some stories I’ve lost from computers dying on me or going Awal because of some big bad internet virus polluting the files. I had one computer struck by lightening during my senior year of high school and we couldn’t retrieve any of the files. All those years of writing gone in a blink of an eye. I remember how upset I was. I think a part of me died that day. Other stuff I’ve written were nothing more than short little snippets of ideas, half formed story ideas that never went anywhere. I’ve wrote fanfictions, poetry, short and long stories. I’ve filled sketchbooks with characters for potential stories that never found their way onto the computer screen.  

 Hell, I’ve spent years dedicated to long complex daydreams that I thought for sure I’d eventually turn into written manuscripts, but most of them stayed right where they were started, inside my head. I’ve spent weeks-hell months- on making elaborate characters profiles, looking to the day I could finally open a document on Microsoft word and begin the slow process of creating a long extensive series that would take four to five books to complete.

 Some of the stuff I created did find their way onto the internet. I’ve posted a handful of fanfictions on sites like mediaminer.org, and fanfiction.net.

 I’ve spent a few years engaged in long and ridiculous hilarious roles plays with one of my best friends before we ended up having a fall-out over one of them. Our friendship was never the same after that.

 I’ve developed a rather unhealthy love-hate relationship with my writing. My self-worth as a writer has taken its fair share of blows. I’ve also dealt with issues in my life which I had little or no control over. Somehow, someway, here I am, still kicking and still typing.

 I guess, my own story has seen its share of twist and turns and dead ends and disappointments and falls from graces. But it also seen hope, resiliency, and adaptability. Humility, self-compassion, and gratitude. Revelation and reflection.

 I’ve had this Tumblr account for a couple years now. All of the content on it has been uploads and works from other content creators I follow. I decide to start uploading Logs with varied topics and ideas. Some are going to be like this thoughtful and reflective, while others will probably be random short story WIPS.

#Personal log #Mental Health #Self Reflection #Short Writing #Writing Wip #self expression #writing experience