NEW WIP-CHARACTER AESTHETIC (under construction)
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There’s a 10k writing challenge being hosted this Sunday, and I’m hoping to jump into this soft aesthetic idea I have. I’ve toned down the spy novel idea-it’s just not my thing. But this should be fun! I’ll try to keep y’all updated this weekend!
I keep seeing all these writeblr posts about how our community needs to stop giving writing advice, but the advice is there for those who do want it. Yes, writing can and will be messy, but the advice many writers give is based off experience, and it gives writers an idea of what they’re wanting. It even helps! So, telling everyone to ignore the advice is silly. No, it’s not for everyone, but it is for someone out there
She stood before the bodies covered in blood.
Lace Stapleton couldn’t remember anything of how she came to be there, and she couldn’t remember anything from the past day or two. All she knew was she grew consciousness the minute after she unknowingly cut the last corpse’s throat.
Lace didn’t know the people she was beginning to believe she killed, and she wasn’t sure she wanted. After all, if she knew who they were, maybe there were connections, ways back to her. That couldn’t be.
A door in the distance of the school slammed shut shaking Lace from her daze. Someone else was in the building with her. She wasn’t alone. Looking about the room, she found she was in an art room. And many canvases, blank and painted, were destroyed by sprays of red blood, which was still slowly dripping, puddling on the linoleum floor.
Naturally another writing idea popped into my head and now I’m conflicted. I’m still in the really early stages of Saving the World, but this other idea sounds more appealing. Idk what to do!! Gah!
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The explosion behind her knocked the bike she had stolen into the air. The landing was bumpier than Lace had anticipated. Looking over her shoulder, Lace counted at least ten other bikes roaring at high speed after her own, chasing what she had “borrowed” from them. She groaned knowing she was in deep shit, deeper than any other mission she’d been on.
Lace Stapleton was used to situations like this, but this mission she’d been assigned by Director Spacer was unlike any other. When she first read the manila folder he’d handed her, she’d laughed. Lace had thought this would be the easiest one, but how wrong she had been.
A simple heist, quick in and out, all would be copacetic, Lace thought, remembering her first reaction.
Fuck me, Lace roared in fury realizing how wrong she had been. Of course my focus was on the one elitist group in the world who thought using magic, yes magic!, could help them dominate the world. Of course, the grimoire isn’t real, Lace continued her deep thinking, feeling with one hand the book shoved in a smelly bag on her lap. But for whatever reason, the Director wants me to stop them from having the stupid book. Lace grimaced, hating her job for the first time in the ten years she’d joined the CIA.
A shot flew by Lace’s head, too close for her liking. She needed to get out of her head, or she’d get herself killed.
Tapping her earpiece, Lace spoke to her team. “ODLA to ODMEAT. I’m on my way back, bogies on my tail!” Using the CIA cryptom was important, one of the first things she actually learned when joining the government agency. It was also one of the things she hated about the job; she found knowing and using cryptoms was too confusing, but at least she had the digraph down, the first two letters in cryptoms. OD was the easiest to remember seeing as it’s coded USA.
Silence and then a crackle came through the earpiece. “ODZAG over to ODLA, I hear you loud and clear. We have direct orders to do whatever necessary to keep you and the book safe. Be careful.” Silence filled Lace’s ears again and then a soft voice spoke again. “I mean it, Lace. We’ve got big news that we need you to see….” And then silence for good.
Chills ran down Lace’s spine, thoughts and words jumbled in her mind. She didn’t know what to say, and the final click on the comm system told her enough that her and her team were done talking for now. Whatever was about to happen and what they had to show her was clearly big if they weren’t keeping to protocol.
Traffic came into view, and Lace knew she had to be careful when weaving in and out between other vehicles. Her job wasn’t to harm civilians, or even the foreigners behind her, but to steal the book they were after, and keep it from them. Right as she merged with the traffic, a flash of bright light followed by warmth kicked her further into the traffic.
Looking over her shoulder, Lace both saw and heard the boom, an explosion, most likely a bomb, set off by her team hidden among the buildings of New York up above. She slid the bike to a halt. Traffic wasn’t moving, and she needed a moment. Lace could hear cries of pain, and see parts of the motorcycles they were riding roll into the flow of traffic. Her team had killed her pursuers. Lace swallowed the shock and set the bike back into motion.
new wip in motion! Still untitled but for now the tag is going under “spynovellc” (lc for my username initials lol) until I come up with a title! So excited to dive more into this work and world! But as of right now, my mc’s profile is complete!
Hey y’all, obviously I’ve been nonexistent, and that happens from time to time when I get a month long surge of wanting to write. I recently got a full time job, and have been on twitter a lot, which made me want to get back into writing-the community on that platform is amazing! Anyways, in some news, I’ve put Legend on the backburner before finishing draft 3 because it feels too much like a Cassie Clare book, and I need something new. The new project as of right now is currently unknown, but I’ll keep y’all updated!
Hi everyone! I’m a little nervous about this. Today, I’m finally getting around to posting a long-ish excerpt from Smoke And Silver! By that, I mean around 600 words, which isn’t a lot, but I’ve only ever posted a few paragraphs before.
This is Chapter One and is written in third person limited from Kiana’s POV. Many thanks to @bysombreseas and @theswordofpens for proofreading it for me — you guys are the best <3
I really value honest feedback, so it would mean the world if you left a comment with your thoughts! As always, reblogs are much appreciated :))
Anyway, without further ado, here is the first chapter of Smoke And Silver:
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DANCING SMOKE
— KIANA —
Kaelin moved like a thief. He stepped deliberately, delicately — dancing through the trees like the first flames of a forest fire. His sister stumbled after him, following the smoke and clearing her path with care.
“This is stupid,” she hissed. “We should never have let her persuade us.”
Kaelin made no reply, but a single twig snapped the silence beneath his feet. Kiana sighed, her eyes heavy, but echoed his stealthy footsteps. The pain in her leg had faded to an ache: vicious and angry, but distant, alone. She knew that her brother’s concern would ruin everything if he knew, so she kept quiet and focused on advancing without making a sound.
A rogue branch scratched at her, taking advantage of her absent mind. She cried out and covered the cut gingerly with her hand, marking the tips of her fingers with bitter, scarlet blood. Kaelin was at her side in an instant, eyes wide with concern, standing alert and alive.
“What happened?“
“A branch,” she laughed. “I walked into it.”
Her brother smiled and raised his eyebrows, “Show me.”
She titled her head to the side, exposing the line of blood that hid next to her silver eye.
“Does it hurt?”
“No.”
“Too quick. You need to learn to lie, Kiana.”
She scoffed, and glared at him with mock fury, but allowed him to examine the cut.
“It’ll be fine,” he said, “We should get it washed ‘though.”
“Let’s hope there’s clean water, then.” She squirmed away from the ointment he was trying to apply.
“Mm. How’s your leg?”
She shrugged, “Fine.”
“Really? What would Arni say?”
“I’m fine.”
Kaelin wrinkled his forehead, suddenly doubtful and concerned.
“Promise me,” he said, holding out his hand — offering it to his sister. Kiana’s fingers met his own, and they held each other for a moment. When they let go, both their palms were sticky with blood. He exhaled shortly, satisfied, and Kiana felt a little guilty. Maybe Kaelin’s little sister was no good at lying to him, but she’d always found it easy to break an oath.
Still, she was bothered by what her brother had said. What would Arni say? It was rare that Kiana set aside even a second to worry about the thoughts of other people, but Arni was different. She was their guardian — the only person in the Where that Kiana allowed to protect her. Not even Kaelin had that privilege. Kiana was almost vicious in her independence; no-one talked down to her or offered her assistance. She didn’t need it. If she did, she’d ask.
But she was equally fierce in her respect for Arni: it was mutual, which made it stronger. The woman had practically raised her. She’d clothed her, fed her, taught her. There was no doubt that Kaelin and Kiana Karzel were forever indebted to Arni Tidan, but she didn’t ask for anything, not ever. But she’d asked them to do this, and they couldn’t let her down. That’s why Kiana was battling with herself, forcing herself to choose. She sighed in resignation. She made up her mind.She bit her lip hesitantly, scared of what she was about to say. “I want to go back.”
The expression on her brother’s face was what she’d been expecting; he was disappointed, though not surprised.
“I know it’s a risk,” he said, “I know that.”
“Then why take it?”
“That’s what we’re best at, isn’t it?”
“You can’t steal a risk, Kaelin.”
He exhaled. “You’re always so literal.”
“Wrong. I’m usually literal.” She picked up the pace, and overtook her brother, pulling the branches towards her as she ran, so that they swung back into his face. Laughing, he chased after her, light and silent like a leaf on the breeze.
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Thank you so much to anyone who actually read all of that — I hope you enjoyed it! <3
Would anyone be interested in me posting Chapter Two at some point?
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Where I'm From: born in Arizona, live in the northeast now hoping to live on the beach this fall
Dream Trip: Greece!
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Hey fellow writers, I know right now my standing in the writeblr community is real small, but those of you out there who see this, please let me know your thoughts on the topic at hand: pen names.
I'm thinking of writing under one (I don't want to give the name away right now, but the initials are M.R.) and I was curious if there were any others out there who are wanting to do the same thing.
I know when going into the writing business, using pen names can be a tricky thing, like what happened with J.K. Rowling and how basically her lawyers revealed her pen name.
I highly doubt I'll be that famous, so I don't think that'll be an issue for me, lol! But thoughts please!! Let me know what you guys think, and whether I should continue down this route.
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Any responses will be much appreciated, and I will get back as soon as possible
I thought I’d finally share this on my writeblr seeing as I don’t post too much on here, and I’ve been meaning to share my writing advice blog posts with you guys. So go through some of my past writing blog posts, and stay tuned for my bi-weekly writing meme!
the entire city was dark. The sun was gone, the clouds were pitch black, and debris was flying every which way. The storm pushed her forward again, and with each step she took, it grew more dense and volatile. She was one with the storm.
No....
She was the storm.
WIP “Legend” by @literarycritique97
WIP “Legend” by @literarycritique97
