Wordbound #5

All right time for another Wordbound and this time it’s a blog prompt! Here it is:

Week 5 – Feb 1, 2017: Blogging Prompt: What is something you’re embarrassed to admit you’ve written?

Oh Lord…well here we go. Several years ago I used to write Hey Arnold! fan fiction and honestly, I was pretty good at it. Writing Arnold and Helga came very easily to me and it was fun to explore their relationship and their classmates down the line in high school and beyond. It’s certainly not something I readily tell people in every day conversation, but if I can’t say it here when can I. The fan fictions are still online I believe. I occasionally receive comments on them. My most popular one was a 24,425 word fic entitled Blind Date which garnered 143 reviews. It’s still one of my favorites, too. At one point, I had planned for a Phineas and Ferb and Hey Arnold! crossover fic, but thankfully I became disinterested in writing fan fiction and returned to focusing on original projects.

Even though it’s embarrassing to admit that I used to write Hey Arnold! fan fiction, I’m not entirely ashamed of it. Writing those fics really taught me a great deal about writing and helped me to develop my own writing skills. I don’t understand why some writers feel the need to shame fan fiction writers, while not a writing career it’s a great way to develop your own skill and I’ve always viewed fan fiction as an excellent writing exercise. The major thing is to work towards developing your own original ideas that you can share with the world.

So yea…that’s what I used to write. If you’re interested…here’s my old FanFiction profile.


Wordbound #4

It’s been a while since I’ve written here and feeling inspired again after hearing about different friends’ ideas. So we’re revisiting this blog and following along with Kristina Horner’s Wordbound prompts. I’ll also continue to make personal posts as well as this blog is a good outlet for myself. So without further ado, here is the fourth Wordbound prompt!

Week 4 – Jan 25, 2017: What is your favorite word? Write a scene around that word.

My favorite word is ‘crisp’. I really like how it rolls off the tongue and is not just the word, but the sound that it is as well. Silly I know.

The crisp morning air filled Myra’s lungs as she stepped outside her home. Her bright blue eyes darted across the street and, seeing that the light was on in the upstairs bedroom, a smile spread across her face. She raced across the street, the cold nipping at her face playfully leading to a rosy flush to grow. Upon jumping up on the front porch, the door opened to reveal her best friend’s face. “Saw you coming,” Trent grinned while coming out and shutting the door behind him.

“Ready for another day of fun?” Trent nodded vigorously and Myra clasped his hand in her’s, leading him off to the meadow behind their neighborhood. Once they reached the meadow, the two knelt down and intertwined their hands. They took one look in one another’s eyes and smiled before lightly closing them and clearing their minds. It wasn’t long until the crisp morning air gave way to the warm sun filled light wind of Valaria, Myra’s imaginary world full of wonder and endless adventure.

The two stood up in the forest clearing where they always appeared after the transition. “Still pretty unbelievable,” Trent breathed scratching his head and ruffling his chestnut brown hair.

“It’s believable to me,” Myra grinned. She dug in her pocket and pulled out a light blue pencil which she began to sketch with in the emptiness before her. The crisp lines gave way to a horse, Myra’s beloved Pancha. The two children climbed up on the horse who whinnied happily before galloping off with them to the Crystal Castle.

Wordbound #3

All right time to continue playing catch up with Wordbound! One day I’m gonna make it! Here’s the third prompt:

Week 3 – Jan 18, 2017: There is a door. It is closed.

Hours passed in the ER family waiting room as Trent waited anxiously with his mother, Sylvia, for word on Myra’s condition. His foot tapped constantly and he wrung his hands tightly, fearing the worst. Each time control of his emotions was nearly lost, his mother was there with a quick hug and soothing words of comfort.

When the balding doctor, Dr. Hearst, that had greeted him upon arrival strode back out, Trent looked up and met his gaze hoping for some answers. The doctor was unreadable as years of experience had hardened him to tragic situations and had taught him how to perfectly control his facial expressions.

“Trent,” the doctor greeted as he sat across from Trent and Sylvia. “Myra is stable, for now.” Trent breathed a huge sigh of relief and leaned back in his chair, cupping his face in his hands.

“Thank you, thank you,” he repeatedly mumbled in a choked voice.

“She’s not out of the woods yet though,” Dr. Hearst continued. “We had to intubate her in order to protect her airway because the CT scan of her head showed bleeding in her brain. I’m sorry to tell you this, but due to the bleeding in her brain we cannot say if or when she will wake up.” Trent stiffened and looked up at the doctor.

“What?” he managed to get out.

“Myra is in a coma and we do not know if or when she will wake up,” Dr. Hearst repeated. Trent stifled a sob and clenched his hand in a fist, pounding it against his leg.

“Was there any other damage, doctor?” Sylvia inquired as she wrapped her arm around her son supportively.

“Some lacerations that we have repaired, several broken ribs, and a laceration on her liver that we’re only monitoring at this time. It doesn’t appear to need surgical repair and will likely heal on it’s own.” There were several moments of silence as Trent and Sylvia absorbed this information.

“Can we…can we see her?” Trent shakily asked. Dr. Hearst nodded and motioned for the two follow him. They walked down the emergency department hall, past patients moaning in pain and yelling for attention, however Trent heard none of it. All he heard was a dull ringing as he focused on putting one foot in front of another to get to his friend.

Soon they were standing before a closed metal door. Dr. Hearst placed his hand on the handle, however before pushing down he turned to Trent and Sylvia. “I must warn you before we go in, there are going to be a lot of tubes and wires as well as machines around Myra. They are all vital to keeping her alive and myself as well as the bedside nurse will answer any questions you may have.”

“Are you ready to go in?” Trent inhaled deeply and looked over at his mother who gave him a meek smile through her tear stained face. Nodding at the doctor, Trent steeled himself.

The door swung open and Trent and his mother entered. He felt his knees go a little weak upon seeing Myra. She lay on a gurney in the center of the room, a tube coming out of her mouth and several other tubes and wires coming out from her arms and beneath her gown. Her face looked peaceful as the rhythmic beeping of the machine breathing for her matched the rise and fall of her chest. The monitor above quietly displayed her life signs as a petite brunette haired woman stood nearby at a computer typing away. Bags of various colored fluid hung above Myra and pumps for the fluid beeped in a cacophony of stinging sound.

Dr. Hearst stood nearby explaining each device and medication, however Trent didn’t hear a word as he numbly strode across the room towards the chair next to Myra’s gurney and fell into it. He shakily reached out a hand and stroked her long black hair that cascaded messily all about her. His hand moved downward until it met her hand and enclosed it in a tight embrace. Her hand felt like ice to him and her fingers hung limply in his grasp.

“I’m so…I’m so sorry,” he half sobbed. If only they hadn’t argued, she wouldn’t have departed so hurriedly and gotten into the accident. “Can I stay with her?”

Dr. Hearst looked over sympathetically. “For a little while, however we will be transporting her to the Intensive Care Unit in a few moments and unfortunately visiting hours for the floor have ended for the day.” Trent nodded in understanding. “You’ll be able to return in the morning at 8 AM.”

Dr. Hearst placed his hand on Trent’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I can assure you that your friend will be in good hands. When you are ready, go home and get some rest. You will be better able to support your friend if you take care of yourself too.” Departing the room, Dr. Hearst gave a small nod of encouragement to Sylvia who knelt down by her son and gripped his shoulders.

“Oh honey,” Sylvia started.

“It’s all my fault, mom.” Trent then broke down in shuddering sobs as his mother held him close wishing she could do more for her son in this moment.

Wordbound #2

Hey all, continuing with my writing exercises with the second prompt from Wordbound. The prompt is as follows:

Wordbound #2: A character writes a secret message somewhere. 

All righty, here goes then.

The fall leaves that littered the ground crunched beneath Mal’s black boots as she treaded deeper into the forest on the outskirts of town. Today marked ten years since the disappearance of her mother after she went out for a walk with her tracks mysteriously ending in this very forest. The waning afternoon sun peaked through the trees as Mal swatted away at a mosquito and shifted her backpack on her shoulder. A small smile crept on her face as she came upon a clearing marked with a cave straight ahead of her. This was the last known location of her mother and where Mal came to each year on her birthday in order to feel close to her.

Her hand reached out and rested on the dry bark of one of the trees that graced the cave edge. “Mom,” she breathed, wiping a tear off her cheek. “I…I miss you so much.” Sighing deeply Mal sat upon the leaf covered ground and threw her backpack over, unzipping and grabbing several sheets of paper with a pencil from it. She tapped the pencil against her mouth in thought wondering what she should tell her mother this year.

After several moments had gone by, she pressed the pencil to the paper and began to write. “Dear Mom…” Dear Mom indeed. She frowned a little then continued to write. “Can’t believe it’s been ten years since you’ve been gone. Dad still continues to drown his guilt in beer which basically makes him nonexistent in my life. School is going all right, I guess. I’m seventeen today which makes me practically an adult. Wish you were here to help me figure things out. I get bullied on by the other girls for not being into the usual stuff, y’know, like makeup, boys, and pop music. Were you ever into those things? It’d be nice to talk to you about all of that.

Anyways, not much else has changed since my letter last year. I’ve started my senior year which means I have to start thinking about college. I have no clue what I want to do or be, which is making my school counselor quite squirrely. I must have taken 20 career tests by now, all of which point to vastly different options. Guess I’m an enigma or something. Heh.

Regardless, each year that passes I still hope that you’ll randomly return into our lives and make everything all right. I still miss you and I know dad does, too. With love, Mallory.”

Mal read and reread her letter several times before folding it up, writing “Mom” on the front, and preparing to tape it to one of the trees as she had always done. She knew that her mother didn’t read them- how could she? For Mal at least though, it was the only way she knew to stay connected with her mother and no one else, not even her father, knew that she did this each year. A strong gust of wind swept up and out of the cave blasting Mal and causing her to lose her grip on the letter.

“No!” she cried while reaching out fruitlessly to regain the letter. Her vision was soon blinded by a brilliant light emanating from the cave alongside a rumbling sound that shook the very ground Mal stood on. Her first instinct was to immediately run off to safety, however curiosity got the better of her. “What if…” she thought to herself as she turned back to the direction of the cave. This could be her mother’s response, or at the very least an answer to what caused her disappearance so many years ago. Mal cautiously started towards the cave. “This is crazy,” she scolded herself, however curiosity continued to drive her farther and farther towards the light from the cave. Before she knew it, the ground beneath her was no more and she was falling with swirling light cascading all around her and no one to hear her surprised scream.

WordBound #1

One of the first things I’m going to do is follow Kristina Horner’s WordBound prompts because they’re actually really good and already have my brain cogs going high speed. The first one is as follows:

Blogging Prompt: What are your personal writing goals for 2017, and what does #wordbound means to you?

My personal writing goals for 2017 are as follows:

  1. Write on each day that I have off from work. Trying to write on days that I work is impossible because I work 12 hours and literally only have energy for that on those days.
  2. Develop my three big idea stories more and select one to go into full development mode.
  3. Have at least a first draft of selected idea by fall of this year.
  4. Have a full edit done into second draft by end of the year.

For me #wordbound means to develop my stories more and challenge myself to think outside the box. It’s to test out new ideas utilizing the prompts and seeing what characters need more work and what new ideas and characters come out of the prompts.

I’m excited to do this! I do have several #wordbound prompts to catch up on, so expect that this week on my days off from work.