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Reflection: Short Story

There’s a lot of things that run through your head when you can hear your door being smashed at, you think every last hit will be the one to break it, and maybe you’ll be dead in the next few minutes.

She knew nothing more now than to wait somewhere she could lock another door: In the bathroom. She was so anxious, this petite woman paced around nervously in the small room, was anyone even going to come and help her?

But…

Something caught her eye.

Her blue eyes shot to the side, at the mirror on the wall, above the sink.

For just a moment…

She could swear she saw something off in her reflection.

She stared at it more intensely, then she felt her hairs practically jump off her skin with how horrified she became.

“I can deal with them.” her own reflection told her. Her own reflection that had adopted red eyes, and black sockets. Other than that, it was still just her reflection.

“Put your hand in the mirror, and we’ll swap places. I’ll deal with it, then we’ll swap back.”

“H-how am I supposed to trust you?” she muttered, barely able to get the words out of herself. She felt pretty close to just fainting at this point.

“I’m literally you.” the girl on the other side of the mirror tried to argue, not looking so impressed when she did. “Besides, your dog is still out there! If those guys hurt him, I’ll hurt you for not letting me save him.”

What a valid argument, the brunette thought to herself.

That dog was like her own child, she was that kind of pet owner.

“Alright, you got me.” she muttered. “Promise we’ll switch back when you’re done.”

“Promise.” the reflection agreed with a nod. “I have my own dog to take care of, anyway. As cute as yours probably is, I love mine more.” she seemed a little too calm as she reached out on her side of the glass and pressed her hand onto it.

The human girl breathed to herself…

This was it, time to get taken away to a mirror world for a little while.

She reached her own hand onto the glass, and after a quick and strange sensation… She stared around herself anxiously. Everything looked about the same, but there were just differences in the colours around her.

A lot of red, though.

Red walls, red and black tiled floors… It was like the dark, spooky version of her own home. She looked up, to see her reflection with red eyes wave to her keenly.

“Come back here when I’m done. You’ll know.”

With that, her spooky, but oddly friendly, reflection rushed off through the house.

She might be here in this very red world for a while, so she might as well make the most of it. Her counterpart said she also had a dog… So it was worth seeing what that was going to be like here.

It was no doubt they shared a name, so the dog probably still had his own name, too. A common name for a dog, Rex.

She walked herself through a quick walk from the bathroom to her own room, and peered into the doorway. It was open in this world, since of course, no one was trying to bash down the door and probably murder her.

Her room was just as it was in her own realm.

A little messy with some clothes on the floor, but a shelf with some stuffed toys on it, a big cupboard and her cosy bed. Though everything had to look a little bit off, of course.

That including the dog laying on the bed.

Still furry and about the right size, the pup seemed to have two heads sprouting from the neck, and his tail appeared to split into two as well. But he still had the same black fur with a bit of white mixed into it.

He looked a little confused, but the wag of his tail and those blinking for eyes were some sort of assuring, just like her own Rex.

“Hi, buddy.” she waved awkwardly. “We just needed to switch places for a little bit. She’ll be back soon, but I won’t leave you by yourself!”

He shuffled along the bed without really trying to get up, to be in a place where the mirror of his owner could pet at his head. Even encouraging her by nudging her hand onto either of his heads.

Even with two heads, he was still pretty cute.

 

The reflection decided to be rather direct about her approach to this situation, standing readily at the staircase.

She wasn’t afraid, these people couldn’t even touch her!

People from her realm had horrifying powers that these people couldn’t even imagine, so it was no doubt they’d be made short work of.

Just one last hit, the door swung into the house aggressively, and two men stomped in together. They stopped soon enough, to notice the girl standing on the stairs.

“You been standing there the whole time?” one of them asked mockingly.

“Couldn’t even open the door for us?!” the other chimed in.

“Well, it’s not very encouraging when you’re trying your hardest to break it. Doors are expensive!” the reflection complained. Even if it wasn’t her own home, it was reason enough to get riled up.

“But,” she shrugged. “That doesn’t matter so much. One of you will die now.”

Before one of them got a chance to mock her, she launched her hand forwards, her fingers curled aggressively.

The man she pointed her hand at suddenly struggled and became stiff, he could barely move. But he ached. It got worse each second, his grunts turned into squeals.

“The hell are you doing to him?!” his friend barked, dashing forwards with a knife tugged out of his hoodie.

She was too arrogant, for this man did manage to harm her. Her hand processing the powers was slashed, from the palm to the end of her thumb. She hissed as she fell up a step, the burning on her hand was a terrible pain she never felt before.

But they had only made this worse for themselves.

She launched out her hand again, this time what looked like energy created from her own blood had gripped both of the men from their feet, leaving them to helplessly struggle.

“Ah, that’s better!” the reflection chimed eagerly. “I’ll send you far from here. At least you might learn something… If not, something far worse will happen to you.”

And with a snap of her fingers, the men vanished from in front of her in a few strong bursts of red lights and energy. She looked ahead at the door, and put the time into fixing it.

It was hard for a small woman no matter what kind of mystical powers she had, they sure weren’t built for fixing doors. But she did also make sure to complain to the council, that they needed to come and fix it properly as soon as they could.

Just one more stop until she headed back to the bathroom, she opened her mirror’s room up to peer inside. To see all the clothes messily laid on the floor, but more importantly, the pup sitting on the bed.

He was delighted to see her, scrambling across the bed to reach her and rolling around in demands of some attention.

It was a normal little border collie, black and white fur with big, cute eyes. The reflection reached down and petted at the dog with her healthy hand. “You’re even cute with just one head, Rex.” she told him happily.

But then, as promised, it was time to go home.

She couldn’t be without her own Rex anyway.

The mirror images met at the bathroom mirror once more.

“What happened?” the woman asked with wide blue eyes.

“They’re gone. And I sure hope they’ve learned their lesson.” her reflection answered with a casual shrug. “I got my hand a little hurt, but I can deal with that when I get home.” she reached her hand out to touch the mirror again, already able to see her home waiting for her.

The young woman placed her own hand back on the mirror, and just like before, the two of them switched places again. Back to where they should be.

“If you ever need help…” her reflection smiled at her eagerly. “You know where to find me!”

“Thank you!” she cheered. “I guess sometimes, you really only do need yourself.”

As if it were meant to happen, both were met by their dogs, having the same reaction of looking down at the pup rushing around their legs and giggling softly to themselves. “We can’t play now, it’s time for bed!” they both told their pets at the same time.

“Come on,”

And with that, they left their mirrors to be back in their ordinary lives again.

For now.

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Getting Carried Away is a Good Thing

What on earth am I talking about?

Well, lately I have been on a bit of a mad rush of making new stories and characters. I still have a lot to finish, and now I have a lot to start as well. But I really don’t think it’s a bad thing at all!

Getting the creative juices flowing like they are can be pretty motivating. It’s honestly been a few years or something since I had so many new ideas, and I still feel that same wonder I would have all that time ago.

It’s a lot to keep up with, I doubt I’ll ever really keep up with all the ideas I have, but I don’t mind that. It just proves to me that I have a pretty active imagination, and that I’ll always have ideas! I want to write, so I could never really say it’s a bad thing.

I’ve just been able to get inspired by big or small things, just like I used to. I can’t describe it properly but it’s absolutely amazing to feel so inspired again!

Not that I’ve lost inspiration for my other work, but thinking of the new ones really does put a kick in my step.

It’s just a matter of writing them all, which might just take forever, but that’s fine! Maybe I should get my butt in gear and try keeping up with some writing prompts here again, too.

Either way, I’m pretty happy with where I am with all that.

Other than that, I guess it’s fun to mention that in just two days I’m going to Disneyland! It’s a 21st birthday present from my mum, so I’m really looking forward to that. I love Disney, Disney owns Star Wars and Marvel now which I also love, so I’ll basically be in paradise for a few days! Maybe coming home with a bit more than I can really carry.

Eh. Worth it.

Short update, but I really wanted to share how excited I am about so many new stories! I’ve been able to recycle old characters rather than get rid of them, so that’s always good.

Short Story: The Heir

My father wants me to take his place.

I say that because he lost his life earlier today…

In fact, we lost our entire village. I’ve been out searching for somewhere that me and the others could stay all day. It’s my job to do such a thing, as the new leader. It just feels so off…

I’m one of the youngest. Yet they’re all so keen to follow me.

All but my brother.

He seems very jealous that I took father’s place, when he’s the eldest. I don’t much understand his anger, we are twins, after all. Is it really that different? If he had taken father’s place, I would have accepted it peacefully.

That doesn’t matter so much now, though.

My name is Atichi, I am the Sunset Clan’s new Grand Master. I live in such a small group of the clan because they are my elites, they are bred and trained to be as skilled as I am, and we are to seclude ourselves in a small group.

That’s just how it works.

I’ve found myself in a town out of the woods, perhaps there is some sort of an inn we can use here. Or at least food to purchase, our survival matters even more than relocating, of course.

This town isn’t so big. Just a few streets of big houses, all very neatly boarded with wooden boards to create some neat patterns on them. The concrete that builds them up seems to be rather clean and solid.

I finally see someone that might be able to help me! I dash closer quickly, hoping that my attire won’t frighten her too much. Just a black suit covering my body, exposing my arms with three lines of paint on them.

The iconic orange scarf and mask on my face. But at least my red hair is exposed, as well as the orange feather stuck in it at the top.

“Excuse me!” I call out, raising a hand in a friendly gesture to try and get her attention. She was a young lady with a pair of buckets set on her shoulders, carried by a long stick.

While she at first looks a bit alarmed, her eyes shift to look kinder. She’s quite pretty, honestly. Lovely dark hair and despite the dress not showing her figure well, it has a certain innocence to it.

“Do you know where I would be able to purchase goods in this town?” I ask her carefully. “Food, more than anything.” I add carefully.

“Oh, yes.” she nods. “There’s a farm house just along this road,” she points out to the direction she’s talking about. Further down a street of houses I can start seeing a huge red structure, no doubt a barn house. “The farmers are always selling food.”

“I see. Thank you for your help.” I bow to the young woman respectfully as I wander off in that direction. The streets in this town are very bustling and busy, perhaps under the lovely blue skies of such a nice day?

It’s nice to encounter such a happy place, after having fled from my own home being destroyed.

I reach what is no doubt the grounds of the farm… The ground at my feet feels different. Less structured, more natural. I walk on real soil and grass here. It’s almost refreshing, in a strange way.

There’s no doubt that the house over there near the barn must be where I can find the farmers. It’s not very big, but it looks comfortable enough. There’s a big window at the side I can see, it’s open to take in all the fresh air of this fine day.

Just before I head that way, I notice some rustling in the bushes around me…

I sigh to myself. “Come on,” I instruct. “I know you’re all there.”

As I had expected, it was those of my clan. They all wore the same black suits and orange accessories as I did, some wearing masks, some not. It was all down to choice really, and I happen to prefer my mask being on.

“Sorry, Master.” the eldest ninja of the group, Renzar, says playfully. “I couldn’t help but follow, and so, the others did too.”

“No matter.” I shake my head. I don’t think it’s such a bad thing they followed me. What if something happened? They only had my safety in mind when doing such a thing. “This place, I should be able to purchase food for us.” I tell them calmly. “So wait here.”

As I had intended to, I make my way to that cosy little house just by the barn. It’s a bit unsure if anyone is really in there, so I knock my hand on the door gently.

In no time at all, the wooden door opens up before me. Not quite what I expected, a young woman wearing overalls is at the other side of the door. She has very lovely brown hair, very long. And under her overalls on her torso is a bit of a messy white shirt.

“Oh, hi!” she greets unsurely. “What can I do for you?”

“I have come seeking food for my people.” I explain to her briefly. “I have a good amount of gold to offer you for all the mouths I wish to feed.”

She nods her head, a little more confident than she was when she first opened up the door. “Do you just want… General food supplies, then?” she asks.

I nod right back. “That would do great, yes.”

“Then, wait right here.”

I wait patiently as instructed… This place is very nice, I catch myself thinking. There’s the forest over there, the lively town just over there… And on the other side, a huge plain of grass. There’s a hill with a tree growing on the top, so it seems. It looks pretty nice, too.

I find myself turning back as she returns, pushing in a wooden trolley with shelves of food stacked onto it. Raw meat that we can cook of a few varieties, some vegetables and fruits…

It was perfect.

“This is wonderful!” I can’t help but exclaim, even clapping my hands together eagerly. “This is exactly what I had been hoping for.”

“Oh, that’s great!” she chimes eagerly. “So this should come to about fifty gold…” she tells me as she points loosely to the supplies set ahead of me. “And well, if you need any help getting it around, let me know.”

“Perhaps I require some storage… Some bags?” I ask with a shrug of my shoulders.

“Yeah, sure. We can do that.” she nods.

It all seems agreed on, I reach into the sack attached to my belt and pass her the gold that she had requested. She counts it up ahead of me to be sure, and is thrilled to reveal that she counts the right amount.

It seemed right as she’d started packing it up into some sacks…

We both heard a loud noise. It could have been a clumsy thud, but no, I’m accustomed to sounds. That was an intentional noise. The noise of a sword slamming through wood!

“Oh, no…” she grumbles to herself.

I stop trying to figure out just where that noise came from, and look at the woman unsurely. “What was that?” I ask her.

“We’ve been dealing with these thugs. I think they’re back.” she tells me quickly. “They keep coming here, taking our money, taking our food… It’s terrible.”

I can’t just stand here while I know this! Me and my whole elite squadron are right here. It’s about time someone stood up for this farm, I tell myself firmly. My fist clenches tightly. “Wait here.” I instruct the young woman.

I dash out to reach the others, to instruct them of the plan quickly. “This farm sees an attack!” I tell them quickly. “Form up and surround the scoundrels. We shall scare them off together.”

“No killing them?” My brother Ardini asks impatiently.

“Not unless you have to.” I tell him sternly.

We rush in together, but in the blink of an eye we disband into different directions to surround the area as a unit. Renzar and I approach them by ourselves, a pair of men with simple swords currently vandalising, and stealing the crops.

“Excuse me, gentlemen!” Renzar calls out first. He’s a bit easier to hear, since he’s of the ninjas that doesn’t wear his mask so much. He has white hair, but tips of orange at the bottom of it. It’s a little long and tied on his head as mine is. “Those don’t belong to you. You’d best stop now.”

“Who are these jokers?!” one of the raiders barks irritably. “Nice outfits, you wannabes.” he brushes us off with a lazy gesture of his hand. “But unless you want to get yourselves killed, you’d better scram!”

They were those kinds of thugs. Thought they were stronger than anyone, apparently. We didn’t allow them more time to damage the farm.

I toss down a smoke bomb onto the ground at our feet, and in a single movement not only Renzar and I, but the whole group surround the thugs and have a bit of fun smacking them around.

Shoving them from one to the other, giving them a good punch, anything to show them how outmatched they truly were.

It never went on for too long, we stopped.

As soon as we did, they scurried off as we’d thought they would.

Moments later, that young woman in overalls crept closer to see those foul men rushing away and an entire group of ninjas standing where they were previously damaging her farm.

It’s easy to see in her face that she doesn’t really know what to make of this situation. She’s trying to speak, but the words aren’t coming out. What is she to say?

Eventually, she lightly hits her head to kick herself into gear. “You really chased them off!” she grins eagerly. “O-oh goodness…” she wanders closer, admiring all of us before locking her eyes back on me. “Hey, what’s a group like this doing out here? You seem a bit of a big group to be travelling…”

“We lost our home, just last night.” I tell her briefly. “We are searching for a new home… But I came to you to feed my people first. We can’t hope to find a home if we aren’t even alive.”

She takes in my words thoughtfully…

“I want you all to wait here until my father gets home.” she tells us, she seems rather excited now. Her hands don’t really know what to do with themselves, her fingers wriggling around so happily. “I’ll tell him what you did for us… Maybe we can at least give you somewhere to stay for a little bit!”

I never expected anything of the sort… My eyes have grown wide with surprise. But such surprise soon suppresses into a calm, thankful joy.

This was possibly the most fortunate time to have helped this young woman.

This is sort of a warm up for me, for a new story I’ve got in the works. I’m excited about it and just haven’t really started it yet, and this is almost how it will kick off.

Maybe a bit before, but…

This was just to further boost my hype! It worked, heh.

Short Story: A Second Chance

What a terrible place to be in.

What an awful place this was.

A dark and dirty dungeon, full of prisoners wallowing in their own pities of why they were here in the first place. Some had done worse than others, that was for sure.

But in one cell…

The man shackled to the wall was silent. It was almost pitch black where he was, the torches on the wall avoided his cell as best as they really could.

The dark haired man with a jaw covered in facial hair stared to the dirty stone ground as he had been for the last month, still in shock at what he did to bring him here in the first place. He was no angel to begin with… He stole a lot, because he never had enough money to get by.

But for him to have killed such a young guard in his panic of being caught? To have taken a young man that was had just achieved something so important away from his family?

Unforgivable…

It was just another dull day in the dungeons. Easy to hear the whimpers and the wallowing of the others in the surrounding cells. But as always, this scarred man stayed silent. Telling himself how much he deserved to be rotting away in here.

Well, it just seemed like another day.

Immediate, loud questions were thrown around when one of the cells was loudly opened up, and on top of that, the man being held in there ran off like he’d been given his ticket to freedom.

“I’m undercover,” the man in the armour of the knights revealed as he stepped by each cell, roughly pulling on the lever to open it up. “It took me ages to get all the armour I needed to pass as one of them.”

“It’s not fair that you’re all in here,” he went on. “Rotting away when the most some of you have ever done is steal. I know people way more deserving of sitting in this dirty old place all day!”

He watched pretty proudly as the prisoners all scampered off together, it was a wonder if any of them had really listened to him. He didn’t really mind, though. The next part of his scheme was to draw the kingdom’s attention to those he knew should have been in here.

But walking by one of the cells, even though it was open…

That dark haired man still sat there, arms now free, but miserably placed on his legs as he continued to stare down at the stone ground below him.

“I’m not leaving.” he muttered, knowing that the ‘knight’ ahead of his cell was staring his way unsurely. “No one could deserve to be here more than I do.”

“Wh-what’s that supposed to mean?” he snapped back, though still sounding unsure. “I am going to get murderers and terrible people locked up in this miserable place!”

“I am a murderer.”

The young man’s eyes widened, he never really knew what he could respond to that. If this man was such a terrible murderer, why was he upset about it?

“…If you were, then you wouldn’t regret it. It’s apparent you do.”

“I still killed him.” the dark haired prisoner growled lowly. “A young man in that very same armour. I shot him in the head with a crossbow. I killed a young guard out of my own foolish fears.”

It seemed impossible to get through to this guy. Surely there was another way he could repent for his crime… He wasn’t like the others, he clearly regretted it more than anything.

“…Wouldn’t you feel better getting out of here and letting the real criminals get locked away in here?”

“For the last time… I am one. Leave. Now.”

The young man sighed, seeing that this was getting him nowhere. He was a little sad honestly, all the others dashed off without a question. Perhaps they all deemed themselves undeserving, unlike this guy.

But it was clear any amount of convincing wasn’t going to get him to budge.

The young man dragged his feet off through the dungeon once more. He planned all this out, he knew that if the other guards heard the commotion he’d claim there was a malfunction and the prisoners overpowered him.

He made his way to the light room that had a staircase spiralling up above the dungeons. The next order of business was to expose the criminals he knew so well to his higher ups…

But the moment he stepped into the room, he was roughly dragged around the corner, his arm twisted uncomfortably behind his back.

“I don’t know what kinda joke you’re playin’, guard… But you’ll make great bait so the others don’t kill us just yet!”

“H-hey! I’m here to help you!” he insisted loudly. He tried as he could to worm his way free, but his arm was trapped in a rough hold and the other prisoners promptly surrounded him.

“Maybe we should kill him now!” one of them called out eagerly. “One of us can act like a guard that is just doing something with the lot of us…”

“I-I’d do that…!”

“Don’t lie to us!” the large man that grappled his arm growled lowly, even tugging it harshly and ignoring the yelp that followed.

But then…

Some of the prisoners started dropping to the ground quickly, it was hard to see what was happening in the big crowd. Before long, the large man with the dark hair and beard had smashed his way through each and every one of them, to finally reach the last and smack him in the face, knocking him down and freeing the knight from his grapple.

“…Thanks.” he thanked somewhat sheepishly, flicking his arm around to try and get some feeling back in it again.

“You didn’t really think all these people don’t deserve to be here… Did you?”

It was a little embarassing to admit after such a bad encounter, but the young man nodded his head. “I thought I knew all the criminals. They’re an underground syndicate I used to be with.” he explained promptly. “But… I sure did learn that I was right! You don’t deserve to be here at all!”

The man’s eyes got wide at the remark. He looked around at all the others laid out at his feet, wearing the same brown rags that he had…

Maybe he wasn’t so much like them after all.

“…I’ll tell you what.” he started. “I’ll come with you. We’ll expose that syndicate of yours… Then perhaps we can lead somewhat normal lives after all. But you know, you could get in big trouble for this.”

“When you’re with those guys, you’re used to trouble.” the knight grinned, something cheeky and sure about his tone. At least a bit of help was extremely welcome in all of this.

“Come on!” he insisted. “…B-but first, let’s put all these guys back.”

A little information on my book

So I’ve been neglecting really talking about it properly. I just depend on people to actually go and look at it rather than explain anything myself, so here goes:

So… What’s it about?

Two Sides is a fantasy story, that follows the events of a war between two kingdoms. Ilpha and Ophida were supposed to be intertwined with various business and partnership deals, but tensions rise when the king of Ophida, Neomas, seems displeased that a very young queen is put into power.

It’s made worse when the young queen Rosetta is convinced that her sister fallen into a coma, Phelia, has been desperately pleading for Ilpha to strive further and claim more land. Unsure what it really means, Rosetta acts hasty and delcares war on Neomas and his kingdom of Ophida.

The story is about the journeys that the characters go on, their own personal and moral struggles. It studies the minds of different personalities, and what makes them keep going even if they don’t entirely want to.

It’s a story about growth between a lot of the characters…

Of course the universe and world are very important too, but the most important thing is the struggles that the characters endure together, and where it takes them from the start to the finish.

It can be found on various sites now, as I’ll list here:

Amazon – www.amazon.co.uk/Two-Sides-Rhi…

Createspace – www.createspace.com/7276274

And Smashwords, where you can list the price yourself (ebook) – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/737829

It would mean a lot to me if you even took the time to look. Thank you for your time and I have many more books on the way!

Writing Prompt Exercise 8

She had followed the woman for days and at last her patience was paying off.

This woman seemed to sneak off the same route every single day, it was finally time to make sense of exactly what she was doing.

She usually ended up in the same alleyway, just waiting for such a long time, and then she would leave. It was clear that something was off here.

While certainly no detective herself, a young girl with bright green hair had made it her mission to follow this strange woman and see exactly what she was up to. She currently wore a black jacket, and some normal jeans.

She crept along cautiously after the woman once again, taking the long route through the streets…

The woman had wavy black hair, but it looked kind of greasy. Her clothes a little torn too, protected by a big coat on top of it all.

They reached the alley that they always ended up in.

The young girl with green hair pressed herself onto the wall , to listen in. To peer around and see if anything at all was happening here… This was going to be the last day that she checked, after all.

It wasn’t too long a wait until this time, something finally happened.

Another set of footsteps crept in from the other side of the alleyway.

“Oh, there you are!” the woman called out, hope in her voice. “I’ve been coming here all week… I was so worried.”

“Sorry,” the voice of a young man spoke up. “I could barely get out of the house without anyone really noticing.”

The young girl was curious as to what was going on now. So this had been going on all week, not just these last few days?

She peeked around her hiding space behind the clean wall, to spot that the young man looked very well dressed. A clean black waist coat and a very nice white undershirt to match it, clean and slick black paints…

His blonde hair was brushed very neatly back to stay out of his face as much as possible. She remained peering from her corner, to see that the young man had reached into his pocket for a wallet, and dug a sum of money out of it and passed it to the woman.

“I’ll have enough to get you somewhere nice to live when I take over my father’s business…” he told her with a small smile, watching her sheepishly take the money from his hand and stuff it into her pocket.

The dark haired woman felt tears in her eyes, she felt her voice refusing to speak from how… Sweet this man was.

“I don’t know why you waste your time with me…” she mumbled softly. “But it means the world to me, after what happened.”

“You lost everything…” he responded with a frown. “And I’m supposed to stay at home and act like I don’t know that? If I can help you, then I will.” he insisted, he seemed very keen to help at all. “Now, this should get you by for another week, anyway. Would you like to go eat somewhere with me?”

“Not so fast!”

Another new voice!

This was getting crazy, the green haired teenager thought to herself. Just what craziness was really going on here?

It was then that she peered around to see another man, with dark and clean brown hair that had entered the alleyway. He looked about as well dressed as the blonde man, but his suit was a little red rather than fully black.

“You thought I never spotted you sneaking out, hmm?” the man asked, almost tauntingly. “So you want to waste your father’s hard earned business on this… This bloody tramp?”

“Shut your mouth!” the blonde man growled back. “Everyone in our family is just selfish! Can’t you look around and see people that need our help? Can’t you imagine what it’s like?”

“Oh, who made you so soft in the head?” the brunette complained. “Take your money back and come. We’re going home now.”

“You’ll have to drag me!”

That sudden challenge saw the young blonde man take the woman’s arm and rush off with her, right at where the little spy they weren’t even aware of was standing! She backed off to try and make it look like she was just passing by casually, the two of them never even noticed her when they darted out onto the streets.

Now she knew what was happening…

She had to try and help, even a little bit.

She wandered out at the right time for the older man to run right into her, again using this facade that she was just passing by here unnoticed.

“Watch where you’re going, stupid girl!” the man growled lowly.

“S-sorry…” she muttered, only glancing up she’d see a rather well groomed moustache on his upper lip, as well as a pretty nice beard covering most of his jaw.

After one last glare, he rushed off away from her to try catch the pair that had run off from him. Hopefully it was enough time for them to get away, she thought to herself.

She felt bad.

She expected it was going to be something shady, something bad.

But it was a young man trying to help a young woman that had lost everything…

Finally putting the pieces together, there was no doubt that girl was one of the only people that survived a nasty fire very recently. She lost her home, her family, her everything.

If she ever saw those two again…

Maybe she could help a little more directly.

 

 

Finally finished this freaking prompt! It was giving me a lot of trouble, I had no idea what to do for it…

I got around it eventually, though. I want to use these prompts that way, like I felt like it would have been cheating if I just generated them time and time again until I got one that immediately got me going.

The challenge of the prompt is to work with what you’ve got, I don’t like bending the ‘rules’, and I guess it gets the creative juices flowing to just go with it, even if I did struggle a bit to start with.

Yeah… A bit of a ramble but, after yesterday, it was great to do this at last.

Short Story: At Peace

It had been a few months since the world had been mended from Hell’s attack.

A few months since Ayumu and the rest of his family from Hell had settled into their new home on Earth. It was very welcoming and warm compared to their own home, certainly. But so much to get used to.

No one was more clueless about technology than a Reaper. Both Ayumu and his father Eiji always found themselves baffled at how to send a text, how to navigate a website… It was a lot for them to get used to.

The month was October.

While the trees and leaves had gained orange colours instead of their healthy greener ones, they still looked some kind of amazing. Particularly under the soft glow of the evening, the moon was up but the skies were very clear.

It was quite bright for a night, stars covered the whole sky and the moon hung up there brightly, too.

Just wanting to take in the more relaxing and natural state of the Earth, Ayumu found himself wandering up a big hill of soft orange grass swishing around at his feet. Even if he didn’t really need to anymore, he found himself wearing his Reaper attire.

His big black cloak, and the big black boots that matched them. He was still as pale as ever, and true to having opened himself up so much, his black her wash swept back over his head to keep it out of his eyes.

He stared down at the grass at his feet until he reached the peak of the hill, and peered out into the world around him now. There was a big healthy tree at his side, the leaves all orange and yellow, warm colours.

And below his hill was a huge forest of more trees, but darkened in the light on the evening. From here, he could see the stars and the moon wonderfully. The sort of blend the sky’s colours had taken looked breathtaking.

He couldn’t help but smile to himself.

This was the first time he’d really gone off on his own to admire the Earth back in a healthier state.

And it was another time he got to think about his dearest friend Imanam…

She would have loved this. This sight, the gentle atmosphere around this place. Even if she hadn’t made it here…

Knowing this was here again made all those struggles worth it, Ayumu thought to himself.

This was his home now.

It was wonderful.

He never felt ungrateful for what he had in Hell, but the Earth had a very mystifying beauty to it that he never could have imagined before he saw it. This was the realm he would be ready to put his life on the line for again.

There was so much to see, and so much to help the humans rebuild themselves with… But stopping to take in this wonderful view was a great reminder that all their struggles were, and would continue to be worth something amazing.

His long, pointed ears twitched a little at the sound of feet stepping through the grass behind him, he turned himself to look at who it was.

Vel had found where he’d snuck off to.

“Hey,” the zombie boy greeted with a casual wave of his arm as he wandered closer. It was easy to see how blue his skin was in this light, and just how many cracks ran across his skin.

He’d opted to wear something much more casual than his little brother Ayumu, wearing a short sleeved, navy blue shirt and a pair of jeans. Sneakers on his feet. The zombie’s hair was the same as ever though, brown and pretty neatly styled across his head, getting in his face a bit.

He found himself looking up to the mixtures of purple and blue in the skies above them. “Might have known you’d come look somewhere like this. It’s real nice, though.” Vel commented. He looked to his side, his friendly green eyes locked onto Ayumu. “Hope you’re not feeling sad, out here.”

“Far from it.” Ayumu answered with a little smile. “If anything, this place is making me very happy. Just…” he glanced around again, a second time of taking in his wonderful surroundings. “We brought this back to life. We made views like this… Possible again.”

“Well… Yeah.” Vel answered, folding his arms loosely with a little laugh. He couldn’t really remember anything of the sort from his human life, so perhaps it was a good chance to take it in now.

He glanced back to his side, though. “Well, hey. Don’t stay out here too long… Come home in a little. Someone needs to make dinner, and I am not letting Eiji anywhere near the damn kitchen.”

Ayumu giggled to himself at the words, but did nod his head to agree to it. “Yes, of course.” he nodded. Vel passed him one more smile before he started walking off the way that he’d come from.

Ayumu looked back, at the sea of trees beneath this grassy hill once more…

This was certainly time he could have been spending with his family, though.

He looked back in Vel’s direction…

And started jogging his way over. “Hey!” he called out. “Wait up! I’ve got a great idea for what to cook tonight!”

A little cheesy short story, I guess a separated epilogue from the real story of Whispers of War.

But that image!

I needed to do a little something based off that image, because gosh I love how it turned out.

Don’t forget to check out my deviantart if you like how it looks! > http://sephysnu.deviantart.com/

Thoughts: Inspiration?

What’s your best source of inspiration?

What gets your creative juices flowing the most?

Personally, I feel like thinking of characters gets me going the most. I love generating different characters and situations in my head, and having the chance to develop them, a little or a lot.

It’s why I have a few too stories for my own good, and I sure wish I tried to understand my love for writing a bit earlier than I really did. Now I really know it’s what I’d love to do with my life.

I just love that you can make just about anyone you want.

The brave and fearless hero? Do it!

The kind and helpful helper? Go for it!

The vicious and heartless villain? No reason not to.

There are so many different personalities and kinds of people to play around with. So much to experiment with and so many different interactions to try out. You can create amazing and meaningful bonds and friendships, or bitter and memorable rivalries and enemies.

All of that, there’s just so much to experience.

A lot of friends to make through having your own stories and characters.

I met some of my best friends through my characters, and we’ve all grown with each other and our characters. It means so much to look to a great friend and see a character I’ve known for years still with them.

It’s even fun to mix such characters together! It can be fun to mash a pair that don’t really belong together in the same situation, sometimes they get on like a house on fire…

Other times it takes them a little time, which is always pretty fun.

Some might not even get along at all.

I’ve sort of gone around in a circle, but honestly characters and their relationships are what make writing so much fun for me. Development is another very important thing I enjoy, whether it be individual or a relationship on the whole.

Like, the ‘shy and quiet person that turns strong’ has been done a lot of times, hell I’ve done it myself, but to approach it differently is what makes it fresh and relatable. They can grow on their own or bounce of the faith of the others around them to toughen them up.

There can be a negative development, too… Someone goes from pretty confident to very nervous and closed in. It’s always fun to see just where a character can end up, depending on what they’ve been through.

Of course, everyone has probably made something they’re not so proud of… An overpowered character, a boring story (I am a victim of this one! A huge revamp saved my life!) …

But growing up and seeing the flaws just helps someone write better. This is a bit of a ramble, I don’t feel like doing a writing prompt tonight, but I really wanted to sort of have a babble about my thoughts on this.

On what makes me inspired in writing so much in the first place.