Red Sandstorms Chapter 23

            I watched as Jade quietly peered into Max’s room. She slipped in and walked over to her bed. Her breathing was even and fairly quiet, the only sound in the room. Jade sat on the edge of her bed, seeing Max sleep rather peacefully. It had probably been some time since she had seen that. The last time was before my death, when she was a kid. All the time before my sister had been studying so hard to become a medic. I’m sure like me, Jade wished to return to the old times.

            Pulling the blanket, Jade tucked Max in and moved towards the door.

Writers vs Ritters: The EPIC Battle Chapter 7

            Dom busied himself with plans for weapons, armor, and of course, rebel insignias they could use to signify their existence. Carefully sketching out his plans in his little composition book, he looked up seeing Sola was making herself useful by listening to the radio, speeches and of course telecasts from the “Good for You” and Ritters party. It was important they figure out exactly what their plans were next so that they could be prepared. As he continually observed her, the phone rang, nearly scaring him out of his own skin. Digging through the mess of papers, he found the phone and answered.

            “Dom here, what can I do for you?” Sola looked up, curious to know who was on the phone. Rarely did someone call at this time of night… although that was generally the safest time to call downstairs. She watched him, figuring she could eavesdrop at least just a little. Just as Dom was about to speak, Sola caught sight of D00m some distance behind him in the basement. Squinting Sola had to hold back a giggle with the aid of her hand as Dom’s assistant swung from the lamps like Tarzan, or maybe even an ape. Turning her gaze back to her “boss” she saw he was calmly talking as if nothing was going on behind him.

Writers vs Ritters: The EPIC Battle Chapter 5

            It was mid-day and the sidewalks were incredibly packed. Roving through the throng of people as they moved from work to lunch and then back to their desk jobs, Dom made his way to the supermarket. He needed some food for downstairs—specific items D00m had requested he get so she could bake some more. While he could easily order all their supplies in bulk, some items he really knew they wouldn’t need to last them eternally.

            Ducking into the store, he wandered the aisles for sometime before he finally got the products he needed—or rather, D00m needed. Double checking to make sure he wasn’t sent for anything else, he meandered back to the cashier where he paid for the items and tucked them away safely in his backpack. Thanking the clerk, he bid her good-bye before he stepped back out onto the teeming sidewalk. Across the street, Dom could see that people were continuing to be rounded up. It had become a daily occurrence to see such a sight. People were just gathered and loaded up, never to return the same. Just as he was turning to return home, the young man stopped dead in his tracks.

Writers vs Ritters: The EPIC Battle Chapter 4

Dom was sitting idle at his desk, sketching something down in a composition book. Checking several of his calculations with the computer that sat to his left, he then resumed scribbling numbers and equations down. Just as he was jotting down some last few items before he looked up seeing a red light flash above the door.

            “Ah, right on time,” he said, dropping his mechanical pencil and getting up. He made his way over towards the stairs, and ascended to the floor of the factory. A loud knock at the front door told him that Ane had arrived with her partner in crime. Waiting several moments, Dom strode to the side door in the alley he told them to head to. Listening for their footsteps to reach the door, he finally pulled open the door the instant he heard them stop.

Writers vs Ritters: The EPIC Battle Chapter 3

           Gatherings were always quite a lame endeavor. People stood around and watched as the officials went by; announcements were made and then people dispersed to their daily lives. That was virtually every day. With all the trivial work they were being forced to do in order to show their support for the government, Dom was getting incredibly sick of wasting his time.

            Shifting his backpack, he stood with the rest of the crowd, watching the leaders pass and wave. Mephanie Styer was currently standing on one of the floats while her cronies, Crispy Panini and Haurell L. Kamilton followed in another float. Keeping his poker face on, he slid his backpack to the ground. Kneeling to tie his shoe, Dom used the cover of the crowd to unload his bag. Setting out a remote control car he started to drive it through the crowd and onto the streets. Pressing a button on the control box, he watched as the weapon popped out the top and aimed itself at the tire. Currently the crowd was too focused on the parade to realize what was happening on the ground.

Writers vs Ritters: The EPIC Battle Chapter 2

The boy glared at the line he currently stood in. These gatherings were getting incredibly frustrating. An entire waste of time if anyone bothered to ask him. But no, their government continued to waste the money on things they deemed more “Worthy of their time.” Rolling his eyes as an officer passed him, he waited to be checked before he passed through a metal detector and down the steps of the City Hall. Some distance ahead, people were getting pulled and separated. Although it wasn’t the people themselves, they were being divided into groups. Test subjects, he thought, assuming that what he was currently observing was more towards the experiment stages.

            Lately though, many of his friends had disappeared… They were activists; a large aggressive and sometimes of a lemming-esque mindset. It worried him that he had no heard from them since they left for their most recent excursion. From what he heard, it was something along the lines of a protest against the government. Dom always out spoke against the government, but never at a public protest. He wanted to do something, but it seemed to him that getting arrested was not the best way. As of late, he had been working on other ways one could strike down the government and attract very little attention to one self.

            His eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar face. So far, no sign of any of his friends. It was as if they were wiped off the face of the planet. Just as he thought that once more he was on his own, he caught sight of a mentor and close pal that had taught him many things about protesting. 

Writers vs. Ritters: The EPIC Battle Chapter 1

Writers vs Ritters: The EPIC Battle has a bit of a back story. It started out as a huge list of pet peeves you typically find in fanfiction. But slowly it morphed into the things I hated that authors did - and eventually a combination of the writers I hate most with a ridiculous plot. Overall, it's a parody of a lot of literary things. Originally when I wrote this, my goal was 75,000 words. I got there, and finished the whole story up. So please enjoy how crazy this entire plot is and where it winds up.

Chapter 1  

            The group assembled nervously, glancing at each other as the thunder of their voices quieted. Above them on the platform, their leader, Ane, had moved to the center to peer down at all those prepared for their cause. Some shifted anxiously as they awaited the signal for the battle to begin. Others adjusted their armor and began to woop and holler as their leader stood before them. Clearing her throat, the throng of people fell eerily silent.

            “It is incredible to see that we’re all assembled here tonight in this early morning light before the sun rises and we begin this journey. We’re all scared. Some of you won’t return, and some of you will return with your sanity clearly thrown out your brains. Either way… we cannot give up. Giving up will show the enemy that they have won. All of us know this is wrong. The government is trying to keep us silent, but they cannot keep us silent forever. No more attending ridiculous gatherings about some brainless loons running our country. No more parades to show off the mindless gluttons that continue to enrapture the brains of our fellows. This ends today,” she said, looking across the large group. Glancing to her left, Ane could see her two friends, Princess Minari and Dom. Both stood proudly, listening to their fearless leader energizing the soldiers. 

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So for those of you that read my other blogs, I know, it is utterly ridiculous that I've taken on another project. Most especially because it's in the early days of NaNoWriMo.

But after talking to a few coworkers, who were interested in reading the things I've written the last four years, I decided to relent and give them what they want.

This blog is entirely dedicated to my past NaNoWriMos and the chapters within those novels.

Read, comment, laugh and I hope you enjoy the craziness that November brings.