A Simple Note.

Until further notice, I will be working on a Revamp of a personal project, and will NOT be posting anything on this blog. 

Also, the challenge is still on and I WILL be writing, so don't worry. 

Watch this space for updates.

#008-#009

I wrote privately both of these days. You won't be seeing it. Not presently anyway.

#007: Actually Doing a Prompt! (Placeholder: I)

http://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/1uoc64/wp_break_the_fourth_wall/

The city spread like an organism, taking in whatever it found and expelling things that didn't agree with it. It seemed to race across the countryside, almost perceptibly. Before anyone knew it, it took up more space than most states. People flocked there to be part of this rapidly growing city. All knew what made it to enticing, but only few were able to see the reasoning behind it. 

A man sits at a desk in this city, pouring over maps and charts. 

Bleh. Shea here. I don't know what I'm doing today, I'm just not feeling it. Ugh. Not a lot of time either. Tomorrow maybe. Write more eventually. Anyway, this is scrapped.

"Hey! Watch what you say."

Okay... what? This is new.

"You'd be offended if I said you were uninteresting."

Who are you?

"I'm not sure yet. 'Man At Desk,' for now. And I think you're giving up on this too easily."

Oh, because you know so much. I'm not feeling the story, and I'm not going to let the character, of all people, tell me what to do.

"Well Mr. Author-so-I'll-do-what-I-want, you know what it's like to have your story stopped? It's terrible, there's a sense of... of unresolved tension!"

How would you know, I still haven't scrapped the story!

"I know from experience. I've been in around 14 pseudo-stories at this point. I'm the guy you drop in whenever you haven't come up with an idea yet. I'm the Placeholder."

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Actual Shea here. Wish I could write more, but I am officially out of time. Perhaps tomorrow.

And if anyone has something they think I should write, you should TELL me. I'm at u/sheapm, balzagorath.tumblr.com, sheapm@gmail.com.

#006: Skating. (The Party: I)

You don't think something like that is going to happen at a skating rink. I mean you wouldn't think it would normally, but really not at a skating rink.

~Micah

The sun was bright, the air was cool, and they were on their way to a party.  The drive was short, and they were prepared for a simple day of skating. The first car to arrive was Micah's, with his two passengers, Amelia and Emma. They pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car. As they walked to the front doors, Emma stopped suddenly.

"Is something wrong?" Amelia asked.

"No," Emma responded, hesitantly, "nothing's wrong." She began walking again, but slower. She muttered something under her breath, before repeating it.

"What's that?" Micah asked.

"De... decapitat... decapitation."

I really don't have a lot of time to write today, so this is going to have to be it. It's over 100 words, so I'm fine right? Right.

#005: Gates. (Danielle: I)

  Danielle's eyes snapped open, and she immediately began to panic. She was not in her room. In fact, she didn't know where she way. The first thing that caught her eye was the bed she was laying on. Or, to be more specific, the bars around the bed she was lying on. They formed a cage around the bed. Luckily, the gate on one side was open, and she got out.
  She looked at the cage and wondered whether it was to keep her in, or to keep something else out.
  Looking around the rest of the room, she found nothing else interesting. Aside from the bars, there was nothing out of the ordinary about the room. There was only one door leading out of the room. Opening it, Danielle found herself in a hallway. The hallway was furnished strangely, like it was a few decades earlier than Danielle know, or at least thought it was.

#004: Noises. (Documents: I)

To: michaelwilliams@gmail.com

From: katjohnson@gmail.com

Subject: Weird Noise

I was wondering if you knew about that weird noise that happens every night? It started around... tuesday I think. Sounds like rhythmic thumping. Any info is helpful!

Thanks,

Kat

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To: katjohnson@gmail.com

From: michaelwilliams@gmail.com

Subject: RE: Weird Noise

Don't know what you're talking about, no sound audible here. When does it happen?

Michael

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To: michaelwilliams@gmail.com

From: katjohnson@gmail.com

Subject: RE: Weird Noise

It's really loud, I thought it would have been obvious. Happens around 10PM. I'll ask someone else.

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5032895211: Hey Susan, what are you doing?

5031357789: Nothing much, just being home. Is something going on?

5032895211: I was going to ask if you wanted to come over. I have something I need to ask you.

5031357789: Is everything okay? I'll be over soon.

#003: Clearings (The Forest: III)

To be entirely honest, I'm not sure why everyone hates this forest so much. From what I can tell, nothing strange happens here. Everyone must either be incredibly superstitious or just plain wrong. I would check for odd things, if I knew what everyone was worried about. That's the thing, no one will tell me what is supposedly "wrong" about the forest. The closest I've gotten to an answer from anyone is a terse, "well you should know all about it anyway."
Sometimes I regret moving here. Not that I had much of a choice. 
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     A crack suddenly shot through the forest. Samantha looked up, startled. Another crack sounded. And another. They were coming regularly, like a beat, or like footsteps. As she was gathering all her things and preparing to leave, Samantha saw a figure appear in the trees at the edge of the clearing. It looked like a woman, wearing a long cloak, which was gently blowing in the wind.
     "Hello!" the woman called. "Are you Samantha?"
     Samantha was hesitant. "Yes? Who are you?"
     "Someone who has something to say. Come here, won't you?"
     Alarm bells went off in Samantha's mind, followed quickly by justifications. She wanted to know more about this person in the forest. She thought she was the only one that would even get close to the place. Had this person always been here, or was she new? Samantha stood up and made her way across the clearing.