I am re-doing the first scene of Bette's story here from the version I'm basing this whole thing on, but I have to say I like the previous version better. Still, for NaNo purposes, no reusing stuff! So a new version it was. Perhaps some day in the future, I'll get around to the editing and combine the best of both versions. Yeehaw!
And now for a nap because I'm in serious need.
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Meanwhile, here's a site that has helpful info on the classic set-up and plotting of a mystery novel: http://members.tripod.com/~ticket2w
Quite helpful! My story has taken a big turn to Something Completely Different (shocking, I know). A while ago I'd started a story using a roleplaying character, Bette, albeit with very different details in her life. I think I'm going to use this story this year. I had written some stuff, but I'm going to start from scratch. I'm going to try planning more of my story from the get-go, and doing some character fleshing outs to make sure they've all got some interesting info in their pasts.
I'm also using Veronica Mars as a large inspiration here, so oh darn, I may just HAVE to go rewatch some episodes. Shucks! ;P
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So, what are some books you'd all recommend I read for a dose of horror writing? Stuff that will be useful (as well as good!) is preferable here. :)
After watching a pretty awful zombie horror movie the other day with some friends,
Good thing I've already read World War Z and The Zombie Survival Guide</a>, and own the latter. Hooray using someone else's very detailed weapons research! :D
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Also looking for other generic costume suggestions. And some male ones as well as female.
Plotting for this year has begun as well. An idea I had is slowly molding and forming in my head and turning into a new beast of its own accord. So far?
Three people featured in a prophecy of some kind for a world parallel to/overlapping our own, but of course a fantasy-type setting because I do love those so much. While it started off with the idea of it being three sisters, the idea has sinced morphed into two sisters and their stepbrother. The three all attend a boarding private school in New England somewhere, and someplace on or just off the grounds is where they find themselves able to crossover somehow into the overlapping world. The mechanics of that I haven't figured out yet.
Their parents have only recently married, and I think the older sister and stepbrother will be about the same age/grade, and he's secretly had a thing for her since before they knew their parents were even dating, so the new situation is rather awkward for him. The personalities of the two sisters and other plothooks for them I've yet to determine as well.
But it's a start! And I like it so far. Here goes nothing, yet again!
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It's very short, but I'm still getting into short story swing, and I like that it'sshort and doesn't explain everything.
"As Promised"
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No stealing! ;p
While waiting around to get my train home this evening, I picked up a book of original short stories about the character Abraham Van Helsing, the original vampire hunter of Bram Stoker's Dracula.
In college, I took a course called "History of Horror," which was really quite fascinating and I enjoyed it quite a bit. My professor (Raymond McNally, I remembered!) was the foremost authority on Dracula legend in the world. He died a year later, sadly. I used to joke that he must actually be Van Helsing, since he knew so much about the topic. In a similar manner, I used to joke that my professor for an Arthurian Literature class must actually be Merlin.
Then I had an idea for a story. What if this guy WAS Van Helsing? Actually was? Well, this gave birth to a string of ideas, and the most coherent plot they've formed in my head thus far is this:
Van Helsing took an oath to destroy Dracula, and the two have become arch nemesis' over the years. Van Helsing did not know this would also 'curse' him in a sense as well, for as long as Dracula survived, he would as well. He was oath-bound to eternal life, but not nearly in the same sense. When one body died, his spirit would essentially join with another, and they would have all of his memories and knowledge. Over the years, he has leaped from body to body. The story opens and he is currently in the body of an aging man, a professor in fact, who teaches a class on the History of Horror... where is Dracula? He doesn't know. But the existence of Van Helsing goes on, and that means Dracula is still out there. The professor finds out, but onyl too late for himself. He's old, he's not young and spry and he can't take down Dracula. He dies. The Van Helsing spirit passes yet again, to a younger and more able body, that of a student of the professor's, or perhaps his TA. Now this young man has the task of defeating Dracula, or facing death at his fangs, but of course there are roadblocks. Coping with the sudden knowledge and the memories, his own life, and lacking access to the professor's old materials to help him, including perhaps some essential artifacts. And heck, a love interest would be fun for complication, too. But in the end, Dracula is near, and the new Van Helsing must face him, live or die.
It's likely a product of too much Buffy-obsession, but I like it, and I very much want to keep it away from seeming to be an exact copy of the show. It's not a subculture of demons, just Dracula, and just Van Helsing, continuing his battle in a new way. And heck, I just may use the Professor by name and Boston College, too. Why not use the locales I'm familiar with? I have an idea as to how he can win over Dracula as well, but we'll see if that sticks. I can always change things later if I like, this is just potential NaNo plotting really.
So now I just gotta find as many of the books from that class as I might still have...
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( 517 words )
"Hmm.. so, any opinions on how screwed we'd be if it all happened at once? Oil & gas & other natural energy resources run dangerously, resulting in outright wars over control of such. At the same time, technology reaches the level of true artificial intelligence and perhaps even the ability to combine human minds & machine, the first true cyborgs. Who would of course make incredible soldiers, with human minds enhanced by technology and metal bodies that don't bleed so easily. Biological warfare could become the latest style, to kill off what human parts remain of these cyborg soldiers, but that will affect the civilian populations as well, so thousands or millions could die or be permanently damaged.
And for kicks, let's throw in a breakthrough on the human mind as well, a discovery of how to breach the barrier of how much of our brains we use, a sort of next step in evolution that brings in a generation with esper talents. Telekinesis, telepathy, and so forth. "Magic" to some. Between the oil wars and fear of these new talents, religious differences will inevitably come into play in some areas, and religious war is tossed into the mix along with the rest of the sh*t flying around the world.
In the end? Espers, cyborgs, regular humans, humans damaged by disease and radiation exposure, technology available only to those who won the oil crisis, athesists and religious fanatics abounding and a world that is ripped and torn, hateful and distrustful, blurred country lines that may or may not matter depending on who you are, and maybe the beginning of different factions trying to gain the upper hand of leadership to bring the world back to its feet.
Hey, what if that was when alien invaders decided to come and attack? Oh boy!!"
So the ultimate position of humanity being SCREWED, new races & leaders & religions emerging, and maybe even some alien invaders tossed in for extra oomph.
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Yeah, it sounds just like a zombie movie waiting to be made, but... well, heck, maybe that's what I'll do! Also, 407 words (okay, yeah, including the definition but whatever)
vam•pire ( P ) Pronunciation Key (vmpr) n.
1. A reanimated corpse that is believed to rise from the grave at night to suck the blood of sleeping people.
2. A person … who preys upon others.
Apocalypse came, just as many thought it would. Then it passed. Most people died. Some people lived. Some people became victims of radiation, and some became victims of theirs.
In the States—we still call it that, even though countries and borders mean nothing now—biological weapons were dropped on New York, DC, Boston, Chicago, LA, Houston and a few were dropped sporadically in the middle of the country for good measure. It didn’t seem to make a difference at first. But slowly, we realized what had happened, in the years after.
Those affected found their blood had changed entirely. Their ability to create white cells and develop anti-bodies was so severely affected that many died from the common cold. Some of us were not affected, so you’d think that means the sick ones died, and the strong lived on. They found out their blood was changed in more ways than one. They could now also accept donations from any blood type, and it would mix, be accepted, become their own. But white blood cells are only viable for 18 to 36 hours outside the host body. Within three days of taking one donation, the sick needed more.
The strong were not so willing, though. They needed blood, of course, to survive. They wanted to help, they had tried to help, but it was far too great a demand to fill. The strong abandoned the weak, washed their hands of the tragedy that was their lot, and left them to die.
Some did die. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and others were not ready to accept this solution, and so they turned to the only other answer they could think of. Violence. They hunted the strong, killed them, captured them, and took their blood when they needed it. It made sense that eventually they became known as Vampires, since they drank the blood of the living, even if they were not dead. We were the prey they hunted. The blood they needed.
The lines of who was weak and who was strong were blurred, no longer divisible by those with the disease, and those without. Now the strong are those who survive, whatever side they may be on.
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973 today.
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400words for today!
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400words to get some practice in before NaNo and in general. Startig today, October the First! Here is today's 400 (actually 411):
“Wait, wait. You mean you knew I was okay?” Rana was incredulous.
“Of course I knew that! You were still breathing, weren’t you?” Jenna’s sarcastic reply, typical of her, had Rana rolling her eyes and furious at the same time. Jenny tried to turn away, but Rana stepped to the side, forcing her younger sister to keep looking at her. She tried not to wince as she moved her side, still injured, but banadaged now.
“Well, that’s just wonderful. I was breathing. What a clear and evident signal that nothing was wrong. Did it not occur to you that maybe I needed help? Like maybe a doctor, or at the very least to get this cleaned up and banadaged sometime before six hours had passed?” How could she be so…non-chalant about this? It was Jenna’s style, sure, but this was a little more serious! Didn’t she see that?
“You’re fine, okay? And I had to at least try to get the book from them, without it we’re stuck!” Jenna returned angrily.
“Oh, of course. The book. The book we still don’t have, you mean? I’m so glad you have your priorities straight, Jenna. Book, then wounded sister. Great decision-making you’ve got going on there.”
“It was up to me to decide! You weren’t exactly in any condition to advise,” Jenna said, glaring at Rana. “Now they have it, and we’ve got bigger problems than a sore side, Rana.”
“My ribs are broken, Jen. That’s kind of a problem in my book.” Rana’s tone was even as she got fed up with trying to make Jenna see sense. She sat down on the couch, wincing again as she did. She had to remember to take it easy for a while or this was never going to get better; not to mention the cuts might re-open and bleed all over the place.
“Broken ribs or no, if we don’t get the book, then we don’t how to end this. They’ve got it, we’re the ones in the tight spot with no bargaining room and very little hope to go on. It’s a pretty big problem,” Jenna recounted, pacing about the floor. “We need to figure out what to do.”
“Giving up and going out with a good effort begins to sound better and better,” Rana remarked dryly.
“That’s just what they want! We can’t give up. This is too important.” Jenna looked at Rana squarely. “But we might need help.”
“Oh, you think?”
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So note to self, cut-off social life during November this time!!
The idea I've just now gotten into my head is a vigilante, and perhaps two ex-best friends at odds with each other. Also in a fantasy setting, because I enjoy those and I think it would add some newness to the vigilante theme.
Beyond this, I know nothing of what I shall attempt to do! Encouragements and suggestions are always welcome. :) If you'd like to be added as a friend, since all of my work is friends-locked, then please comment on this entry.
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