A little bit crazy and a whole lot of love...

My friend and I are doing the 100 day challenge and I am going to writing 500 words for 100 days... (though maybe not  consecutively) so this is where I am posting them. If you have any feed back please let me know or any requests.

[briheather]

Day 7: Only 400

My hope is one day the world will get to see a time of peace. No just one area of the world but the whole world. One day when there is no death due to violence, simply old age and illness.  Maybe the only way this would occur is if people could only die of natural means.

Can you imagine a world where if someone was in an accident, a life threatening accident, and they simply walked away? But immortality would be too much power for simple human beings so old age or illness can still kill people.

Can you imagine if it was the opposite? If you could never die of old age or illness but only by violence and accidents. Maybe the population soars and the world cannot support the amount of people on the world so the government every few months allows one sanctioned day of violence. Any crime committed on this day will be pardoned. This is the best way to cull the population crowding.

Or maybe people are immortal but with immortality comes a price. Birthrates go down to about 10%. So many have tried to find a way to changes this but unfortunately they have not succeeded. The population gets older and older and the chance of new children gets slimmer and slimmer. So doctors switch focus from infertility to keep people young and beautiful. This leads to a vain culture who want the perfect children to go along with the perfect life. This leads to creating test tube babies. Ones that can be genetically made to the couple’s perfect standard.

A world where all babies are perfect, maybe naturally born babies would now be ostracized. Or maybe the genetic falsified are not immortal so their parents have to watch them grow old and die. Maybe there is a whole new group of humans who were born from the test tube babies whose birthrates are much higher especially when both father and mother are from the genetically modified group.

All these thoughts make me want to write a scifi short story. Which one do you think I should write? All of them are a little cliché but they all seem like great ideas.  Now I know I have not hit 500 words on this one but I’m having a hard time writing today so I’ll try to do better tomorrow. Thanks everyone!

Briheather

[briheather]

Day 6: Return of the King

One day the King will return and bring the world out of its turmoil and into an era of divinity and prosperity.

Alexandra read the fable from her history textbook and snorted slightly to herself. The world had been telling the legend of the King’s return for over a millennium now. The story was so old that no one even remembers the King’s true name anymore. There are of course many speculations, according to her history book but no one is quite sure of what is name is. All they do know is that the King brought about the greatest era of peace in the world when he ruled. All creatures and beings lived harmoniously. After his murder however, civil wars broke out across the land and while there have been minor periods of uneasy peace, war is still the normal setting.

Alexandra was drawn from her thoughts at the sound of giggling. She looked up from the book to see everyone in the class staring at her and giggling. The teacher was frowning at her.

“Yes Mrs. Winters?” She asked softly

“Pay attention Ms. Percy. I asked you to tell the class what makes us believe that one day the King will return?”

Alexandra blushed and glanced down at her book hoping to find the answer staring back at her there. She quickly glanced between the teacher and the book trying to locate the answer.

Mrs. Winters frowned at Ms. Percy. “You obviously did not do last night’s reading Ms. Percy. A zero for today.” She turned away from her student. “Does someone else know the answer to the question? Someone who actually did the reading for last night?”

Once again the class giggled before a few hands raised. Mrs. Winters surveyed the class with a critical eye before selecting a young man named Mason Grace. “Yes Mr. Grace?”

“Several well-known prophets have declared he will do so, this includes Cassandra and Plato. This is also the reason the population is spilt on whether or not the King will actually return. Not everyone believes that the prophets can predict the future. Those that think that way have never actually meet a true prophet though.” Mason smirked as this answer. His father was a “prophet” and he liked to lord this knowledge over others. The gift was believed to travel in families. Very rarely did a new prophet pop up outside of the known families for the gift. Most that had over the last century could trace their lines back to an ancestor with the gift.

“Thank you Mr. Grace. Many prophets have told the forth coming on our King. However so far know have been able to pin point an exact era our King will return. We will simply have to put faith that his return will come at the most opportune time.” Mrs. Winters stated to the class before turning to the board to write the night’s homework assignment on it. “Please read chapter 12 before Friday’s class. This includes you Ms. Percy!” She stated turning to glare at Alexandra.

“Yes Ma’am.” Alexandra said as she gather her books to leave.

[briheather]

Finally caught up.. so from here on out it should be one 500 word story per day... hopefully :) 

If you have any ideas on what I can writing about please let me know! 

Thanks!

Briheather

[briheather]

Day 5: Tessa Michaels

Average…

Was that really the only word she could think of to describe her life? Average? Sure, she thought to herself, I have an average job with an average income, an average apartment and car and even average looks, but did all that really make her life simply average?

Tessa Michaels stared at the question on her laptop screen that brought about this disheartening revelation.

“Describe yourself in one word:"

Her mouse cursor blinked back at her mockingly next to the word she had typed: average. Tessa quickly decided simply glaring at the laptop would not help solve her problems. Instead she began internally cursing her best friend Eliza. The person who had caused her problems by sending Tessa the link to this web page. Eliza had raved about a new dating site she had found her current beau on and absolutely insisted on Tessa creating a profile. 'It will be good for you Tessa' she said. “Well screw her” Tessa thought to herself.

She glared once more at the computer screen before snorting indignantly. She wanted to laugh ironically. The only thing in her life, she would not label average was her love life. That was simply non-existent, not since Christopher left her. Tessa sighed as her thoughts turned towards Christopher and the way their relationship had ended.

Eliza had always held concerns and been hesitant about Christopher and was using his "let's take a break" speech to push Tessa at other guys. It had been a little over a month and Tessa was still hoping to hear from Christopher, after all how long could a break last? If it was truly done, he would have told her right?  She sighed softly to herself before minimizing the website on her laptop. She got up and walked into her spacious kitchen.

This was usually one of her favorite parts of her apartment. She had been so excited to find an apartment with a large kitchen in it at a reasonable price. Tonight as she glanced around all she could see were average counters, plates and food. The one-bedroom apartment that she was normally so proud of seemed small and confining.  She moved over to her wine rack and began the process of deciding which bottle she wanted to open tonight. However, before she could pick one, Tessa remembered the hidden pint of ice cream in the fridge and smiled. Chocolate was a girl’s best friend after all!  She began to rummaged through her freezer looking for the hidden treasure. Once found the pint of ice cream, she grabbed a spoon and moved to her couch. She sat with one leg tucked underneath her as she opened the pint of ice cream. She had hoped for chocolate but it looks like Eliza had eaten it the last time she was here. Tessa would simply have to settle for plain old vanilla.  She couldn’t help but give a weak laugh at the irony, an average job with an average income, an average apartment and car and even average looks, and now she had plain old boring, average vanilla ice cream too.

[briheather]

Day 4: You’re a Were…what?

One more post and I will be caught up. Now only to write day 5′s story. What to write about.... hmmmm

Jessie raced through the trees. The roots felt like they were reaching out of the ground grabbing him by the ankles pulling him down as he struggled to escape the forest and the monster chasing him. He flailed his arms out trying to catch himself as he stumbled over another root and fell to the ground. He quickly scrambled to his hands and knees listening intently for the sound of the monster chasing him being close by.

He bit his lip to stop a cry of fear when he heard nothing. He had no way of know how close or far this creature was from him. He glanced over head and cursed himself once again for not paying attention to the moon cycles. The full moon above him mocked him for his foolishness.

Everyone knew that Werewolves took over the forests on full moons and the safest thing to do was to stay home. Jessie had not even glanced at the calendar today before leaving to go visit his grandfather. He had assumed he would be home way before night fall so there was no need to see if it was a full moon. Damn his grandfather and him for spending over 5 hours talking about the history of the area and how the werewolves had come to claim the land in the area for when they turned.

Jessie was simply to fascinated with the beings and now his obsession was going to lead to his death at the hands of one. No one would look for the wolf who was going to kill him because he was the foolish human who was out during the full moon. He could imagine the whispers in the village now.

“That boy was always to taken with the stories.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he was purposely out there to find a wolf!”

“Can you imagine? What was the child thinking, being out on such a night?”

“Serves him right for his curiosity. This will teach the others not to let their curiosity get the better of them. He’s lucky he was killed; it could have been worse… he could have survived the attack.”

Jessie almost snorted out loud as the last one crossed his mind. There were many villagers who thought being bitten by a wolf was the worst thing that could happen to you. Unfortunately, they were not that far off if the stories of bitten humans are true.

Those who survive such an attack would become werewolves themselves. The pack would take them in but they would become the lowest of the low due to their bitten status and wolf pack hierarchy. Omegas in the pack. Stress relief in the form of punching bags and sex toys. Jessie was torn from his thought by the sound of something rustling in the bushes next to him. He tensed getting ready to run when suddenly something jumped out at him, hissing.

 He blinked in astonishment even as he backpedaled away from the creature. His back hit the bark of a tree and he realized he had cornered himself. He tried to slide up the tree to get back to his feet to run.

As he managed to get his feet beneath him he saw the creature attack. He felt fierce burning pain in his calf as he was bitten and suddenly it felt like there was fire running thorough his veins. His last conscious thought before he fell into the black void was: “Why is a fox chasing me? Oh no... this pain. It can’t be, can it? Are there such things are a were…fox?”

[briheather]

Day 3: Loving Death

Not sure what to call this but its a bit more romantic than what I thought I’d end up writing.... 

Nicole raced down the path from her house, tears streaming down her face. Her father was done waiting for her to finishing grieving and has signed a marriage contract between her and the Duke of Walton. She could not believe her ears when he had told her.

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“James hasn’t even been gone for a year and you except me to marry?” She asked. Her father glowered at her.

“James will have been dead a full year in a week Nicole! The normal grieving period for a young woman in your position is 6 months. You know that! We need the connections this marriage will bring the family. It’s a better match than your first one anyways.”

Nicole reared back like she had been slapped. “So this arrangement of money and status that affects the rest of my life, is a better one than my previous match to the man I loved and has only been buried in the ground for almost a year?”

“How can you think so little of your only child’s future happiness father? Do you care at all that you have sold me like cattle?” She picked up the bustle of her skirts and turned away after throwing those barbs her father’s way.

Furious, he reached and grabbed her arm shaking her, “You will do as you are told you insolent child. James would have been a good match but he does not have the prestige the Duke does. Even if James was still alive you would still be marrying the Duke instead! The wedding will take place in a month even if I need to lock you in your room for the next month.”

Nicole looked at her father horrified by his words and felt like he had ripped the veil from her eyes. He obviously did not love her like she thought he had. Nicole knew her Father was cold towards her, but she always assumed it was because she was not the male heir he had wanted. Not that he had no feeling for her entirely. She opened her mouth to respond only to stop as her mother entered the drawing room and hurried over to her.

“Hush darling” her mother spoke as she drew Nicole out of her father’s grasps and into her own. “Let’s go your room and settle down. Once you are over your shock I am sure you will see how this offer is a wonderful thing. You are still grieving and that is normal, but even though grieving you must still live.”

Nicole simply stared at her mother as she let herself be guided into the hallway. As they passed the front door, she stopped suddenly and began dragging her heels. She wrenched her arm from her mother’s grasp and took one look around the room before bolting out the door and down the pathway, tears streaming down her face.

When she reached the bottom of the path, she faltered unsure whether to go left or right. Her mind was racing and she didn’t know where she was heading, only that she need to leave and now. She seemed to instinctively turn to the left and follow the street into the town until she reached the church and its cemetery. She found herself in front of James’s stone, sinking to her knees in front of it. Her hand reached out and gently traced the letters of his name.

“Oh, what am I supposed to do without you?” She whispered to herself before once again breaking down into tears. She rested her head against the stone and cried herself into an exhausted sleep.

[briheather]

Day 2: Father Issues

Apparently I was having a Star Wars day? Along with a Scarlet Letter Day? Anyways... a bit weird. 

Joshua stared at the older man in front of him, aghast.

 "What do you mean you are my father?" he whispered, almost like he was scared that saying the words out loud would make them true. German sighed as he looked at Joshua and wondered if there was any way he would be able to make this situation end the way he wanted it too, with an heir and a son, he could be proud of.

Growing up with society look down on you for being a bastard and have a mother everyone always called a whore behind her back had led Joshua to be rather cynical and have a bleak view in life. Joshua thought things were finally looking up for him when German Black came back to the town after being gone for almost 15 years in the army.  Apparently the only reason he was worthy of German Black’s attention was because the man was getting older and needed an heir. Joshua held his breath as he waiting for an answer to his question knowing the man had heard his soft, horror filled question.

German looked at the boy in front of him and found himself thinking back to almost 16 years ago when he had meet a beautiful young girl. He had known he was going off to war and wanted one last night of fun before doing so. He had wooed the girl until finally she had given him what he had wanted, a week before he shipped out. He had no knowledge of what the night had led to because he had ignored all forms of communication she had sent him and when she had gone to his and her parents pleading for help with the child they had thrown her out. He had simply assumed she was attached and didn’t realize it was a one-night deal. After all he was going to explore the world and surely there was more out there for him then being stuck in the same village like the last five generations of his family had. Except he had tried to find another place for him in the world for the last fifteen years and no matter how he tried it always feel apart. He just could not understand why people responded the way they did to him. He knew he was no knight in shining armor. He was frank and derisive but you would think more people would appreciate that.

After 15 years of being in the army he finally decided that he needed to go home and settle down and make something of himself. At least in the village he knew he had his family’s reputation to get him respect. German Black was going home at the age of 33 and finally going to find the respect he deserved. His parents had thrown a welcome home party to let everyone know he has home again and still an eligible bachelor to the girls in the village. It was at this party German found out about Joshua, the 15-year-old boy of one Samantha DeMarcus.  He could not believe his ears. The war was finally over and he had come home and now the woman he had dalliances with before he left, had a child one that was potentially his?!  

[briheather]

Just keep swimming

Finding Nemo

[briheather]

Day 1: Soulmates

So I’m posting a little bit behind so I may be posting more than one today until I’m caught up but here was Day 1 Soulmates.

Once upon a time, according to Plato, two souls inhabited the same body. This body had four arms, four legs and one head with two faces. These souls were the perfect match for one another and existed in cohabitation of the same body easily. They loved and cared for one another. Human pride though is a great weakness and humans, who felt that with their partners besides them in the same body were powerful, perhaps even more powerful than the gods themselves! This blasphemy led to Zeus, coming up with and cunning and creative way to punish the human race. He split the souls down the middle creating twice as many people to worship the gods, making them more powerful than ever why weakening each and every human. The souls not used to be without their other halves began to wither and perish. Refusing to live without their other half. Aphrodite, the goddess of love could not bear to watch this so she conspired with Apollo, who healed their bodies so that all there was left to know that once these bodies had been connected was their belly buttons, and Aphrodite placed a mark on all humans. Only the true match to your soul would have the same mark in the exact same place… 

"Ms. Marie! Is this why my momma and daddy got together? Because their soul mates?" A little voice piped up interrupting her retelling on the myth on how soul marks started. No one was really sure of the science behind the marks but they all knew that when you came across the person who shared the same mark as you that this is the person who will understand you better than anyone else in the world without even having to try. The person you are meant to live your life with.

" Yes, Daisy. Your parents are soul mates. Most people marry their soul mates." She smiled gently down at the 6-year-old in front of her and then turned her gaze on the rest of her class. Her gaze landed on little boy and her smile faltered slightly. His parents were not soul mates, but only because tragedy had struck and both had lost their soul mates young in life and had somehow found solace in one another. Society frowned slightly at them having a child with someone other than their soul mates but most over looked it since their soul mates had passed on. 

Marie wished the child didn’t have to grow up with the stigma of having parents who were not soulmates but there was very little she could do to change societies views and could only control how the kids in her class treated the boy. She did everything she could to make sure not treated him any differently because of it. She knew though that the other parents talked about him and his family. The children hear these things and bring them back to the classroom and as much as she wishes she could stop every hurtful word from reaching him, she cannot be everywhere at once.

[briheather]

100 Days of Crazy Writing

So my insane friend convinced me to partake in the 100 Day Challenge. So I’ve decided to write 500 words for 100 days. This is where I plan to post my works... because the goal is 500 words a day this are not edited and might not making a whole lot of sense but its a way to get me to write and put my ideas on paper instead of just talking about them. If you have any comments, ideas or constructive critisism I am happy to listen. Thanks Everyone! 

-Bri Heather