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Writing Prompt: DA BEARS

12 Sep

So as per usual, yesterday I released my weekly writing prompt which you can read here.  However, for the purpose of this post, I will do a quick highlight of it and say that the prompt asked for people to write about their favorite things. One of mine is the Chicago Bears. Without further ado, here is how I wrote the prompt.

(Btw this is quick take of last week’s game and how I felt)

The old boogyman had returned from the shadows of the locker room. We had thought we had crippled him, taken him out of the game. Chicago had unleashed their monsters in the first half, a destructive force that had been missing for the past several years. The boogyman had seemed frightened and wounded, hauled off in a cart while leaving his newest prodigy to be feasted on by the ravished monsters of the midway.

But then he returned, pumped full of magic juice that let him forget about the leg the monsters had tried to take. He stood their and fired off his cannon over and over into the helpless swarm of monsters. The boogyman had returned, garbed in his horrendous green and yellow attire, a color scheme only the most dimwitted of fans could admire, and he attacked.

And attacked.

The boogyman had returned to strike fear into the hearts of every Chicago fan, with every play leading closer to their fall. An all to familiar narrative began to unfold. The offense of the Bears, grizzly and aggressive in the first half fell to a whimper and soft swipes at the opposing defense. The monsters of the midway ran and hid as the boogyman sliced and diced his way through them, chipping away at their power.

There were a few valiant attempts by both the offense and defense in the end to slay the beast from the north, but they failed like so many had before. When the clock hit zero, the boogyman had done it again, he had ripped the heart out of Chicago Bear fans all over again.

Throughout their fan base, heads fell painfully into hands. Things were thrown and cussing ensued. A false hope had been born that this was the year the Bears would be feared again. Instead, a resounding message spread gently through the ether, “there are the bears we know and love.”

And with that message, a painful reminder was born. Win or lose, your favorite team will still be one that you’ll begrudgingly love. We’ll see you in December number 12.





And that’s my coverage of my writing prompt for the week. As you can see I decided to write on my favorite sports team, the Chicago Bears. However, instead of doing a traditional post following the format of “this is my favorite thing and here is why,” I decided to try and tell a story without a traditional way of reporting on a sporting event.

The main reason I chose to write it this way is because I know not everyone is into sports and so I wanted to make fun and interesting to read for those that don’t follow football. I made the opposition an enemy while trying to show the bears as a hero while still sticking with the fan base’s nickname for the Chicago Bear defense.

I hope you enjoyed the piece and check back in tomorrow to see what new content will be headed your way!


A World Forgotten

24 Jul

Darryn the Vicious stood on the brightly lit field and waited for the final hero to show his face. He had planned this encounter for weeks, carefully picking his location and determining what would give him his biggest audience yet. The football field off of Claremont worked perfectly. It was the Thursday night Thanksgiving game and there was always a high viewership of it. He was going to make sure this one was extra special.

Over the last several months he has picked them off one by one. Heroes and villains alike fell to his feet in submission, only to have their meaningless lives snubbed out by his blade. He knew what he had been sent here for and it was to end the series of pointless heroics and villainy in this feeble existence.

Darryn yearned to be able to return to his realm. It was a realm that was once shrouded in magic and peace. That changed when Tryson the Tyrant appeared. This demon of a creature came and laid waste to his home, snuffing out the lives of peaceful people and animals that inhabited the meadows, the seas, and the forests. Tryson the Tyrant continued to burn and kill his way through Darryn’s world until Darryn the Noble had enough. He stepped forward and killed Tryson the Tyrant, but at a cost. Darryn’s people were not allowed to murder as it was part of the peace and magic that prevailed in the land. So Darryn made a plea deal, if he travelled to every realm and stopped those like Tryson the Tyrant from prevailing ever again, he could return home.

So Darryn the Noble travelled from realm to realm, slaying the villains and the tyrants of the worlds and bringing them peace. The problem was, as Darryn the Noble strayed farther and farther away from his home, the more he forgot and the more brutal he became. His mind warped and soon it wasn’t just evil and villains that needed to be stopped, but heroes as well. If he could travel through these realms and kill as he pleased why couldn’t any one else with special powers?

Now Darryn stood and waited, watching as the football players cowered in their tunnels from him. Fans sat facing him, faces aghast as his magic held them in the stadium and glued to their seats. Daryn the Vicious lofted his sword high in the air, issuing a green flame up into the sky that bellowed out a message.

“Ivan Impossible, meet my challenge and your fate,” a voice echoed throughout the city. Darryn lowered the sword and waited. It didn’t take long for Ivan to show. He was a tall and lanky man in a weird latex suit. Darryn never understood these costumes the various heroes and villains wore in all the realms. Darryn himself wore only a plain black armor and it was to keep him safe in battle.

“Darryn, you don’t have to do this.” Ivan stated. As he walked he continued to stretch himself taller and taller, as if to hulk over Darryn. Darryn had seen this power before and it bored him.

“No Ivan, I must,” Darryn said. He pointed his sword at Ivan and the entire blade began to be engulfed in green flame. Ivan looked at it and frowned before stretching down to the same height as Darryn.

“You know, I found out about you Darryn the Vicious, or as you used to be called, Darryn the Noble,” Ivan said. He had raised his hands in surrender, but continued to walk towards Darryn. Darryn faltered for a moment but kept his eyes and sword trained on Ivan.

“Yes, it took a lot of time and research,” Ivan continued. “It was horrible trying to trace your bloody path, but I followed it to the end. It pained me as you sliced through friends and enemies alike. But you know what I found? I found that you use to be like me, like my friends. I found that a person just like you came to your world and obliterated what you loved. I’m so sorry for that Darryn, but enough is enough. Just look at yourself, you’re no longer the man your people remember,” and as Ivan said that he gestured to the megatron near the top of the stadium.

Darryn stared dumbfounded as a picture of himself from the past was displayed. His hair had been blonde and short. His eyes were a light purple and his smile bright and inviting. On his left arm was his beautiful wife with her long brown hair and light pink eyes. On his right arm was his son, with long blonde hair and pink eyes. In the picture next to it was Darryn the Vicious, his hair long and black while his eyes had turned to a fiery red. He was running his flaming green sword through a hero he couldn’t remember. He shook his head as Ivan Impossible began to gently take the sword from Darryn.

“Come on now Darryn,” Ivan said. “It’s over. Let me help you. If I could find that photo of you and your family, I can find a way to get you back to them.” Darryn lowered his gaze down to Ivan and smiled, a fierce smile full of danger and anger.

“No Ivan, I don’t believe you can,” Darryn replied. “You must not have looked hard enough when you found that photo, because if you had you would have known they’re both on the same crusade as me. A crusade in which none of us can return.” With that, Darryn took the blade and ran it through Ivan Impossible, watching as his blood splattered onto the field behind him and ruined his bright white, latex suit. The crowd gasped and cried as Darryn kicked Ivan’s limp body to the ground. Darryn lifted his blade skyward and made a circular motion in the sky, opening a portal. He took one last look around and smiled. These people were finally free. No more heroes. No more villains. Only each other to control their future.

It was a world Darryn was proud to create.