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Weekly Writing Prompt: Gulf Shores

5 Sep

Hello! So usually I would give a big run up before showing what my version of the prompt is. This time, however, I’m simply going to write now and explain after. Enjoy!

Off in the distance, a flash of light in the sky accompanied by a warm breeze. In front of me, the water rolls and crashes, shoving everything in its path back to the shore. Silhouettes in the night stand in the water, laughing as its violent warmth washes over them.

I walk forward and into the water. It’s lukewarm, different than the Atlantic and Pacific, both of which are cold to the touch. Another breeze blows in, carrying with it another storm. The smell of salt water burns in my nostrils, bringing a childish smile to my face. Staring off into the distance there is nothing but darkness, mixed with white from the breaking of the waves. Flashes of light go off in the distance.

I wade further out into the water, getting to about waist high. Around me, my friends whoop and holler, fighting against the waves. In the strength of the sea and its never ending power, we become small children. We run around, laughing and tackling one another into it’s warm embrace.

The gulf is not gentle though. She pushes and pulls, rolling our bodies under the waves as they crash violently. On more than one occasion I can feel the sand underneath me rip at my skin as the water forces my body to rub across it mercilessly. As I come up for air I can see my friends facing the same fate. We take a moment to stand and relax, before fighting against the water once again.

This process continues for awhile. Us jumping and diving, letting the waves rush over us and letting everything fall aside. In the water I don’t think about the 16 hour drive we embarked on, one to leave our closest friends behind in this paradise. I don’t fret over what stories to read at my upcoming book signing or how many people will show. The worries of present slip away and it’s just my friends and I enjoying the ocean. It’s my fiancee and myself and embracing and sharing a kiss in the water, pretending as if the others on shore cannot see us.

Simply put, it’s a vacation.

 

So I don’t plan on doing too much of a breakdown on this piece as well. As you can see, I did a small of amount of setting, letting my reader know that I was at a major body of water but that it wasn’t the Atlantic or Pacific. I felt this was important because it allows the reader to imagine where I’m at without having to specifically been to the Gulf Shores.

I also chose to make myself the main character and leave my friends nameless. In as short of a piece as this is, I felt it was best to not have to try and describe and create everyone. By keeping it short and sweet, I felt I was able to show off a single aspect of my vacation and what it was like to be in the ocean again.

Finally, I decided to stay focused in on the ocean and its effects on a person. The main reason I chose this was two-fold. The first was that it was probably the best part of the trip. For anyone that doesn’t live near the sea, you’ll understand what I mean. The second is that the ocean is always something fun to write about and take on as a writer. There have been many ways its been written about and I’d be shocked if there weren’t more that came later on.

Well that’s it for now. If you have any questions or want to share your own work, feel free to leave it in the comments wherever you may have seen this post!

 

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Writing Prompt: Vacation

4 Sep

Hello everybody!

So I’m not sure if anyone has noticed, but I took a bit of a hiatus over the last few days and haven’t blogged recently. The reason for this is the same as the writing prompt for the week! I took a 3 day vacation down to the Gulf Shores to help some friends move and get settled into the area.

So if you can’t guess, this week’s writing prompt is inspired a bit from getting to return to the Gulf of Mexico and enjoying the beach and sea. I also figure that since I want to write about it, most of you should join me!

So this week’s writing prompt is relatively easy. All I’m looking for you to do is simply describe your last vacation to me. It doesn’t have to be every detail of the vacation, heaven knows that could lead to a very long short story or even novella, depending on how much you remember. No, for this one, the idea is to bring a scene from that vacation to life.

With this prompt, it will help to try and bring in some of the practice from the previous ones I’ve given before. Who is the main character of this scene? Is you or somebody that went on vacation with you. What do they look like? What do they smell like? How do they act? Let me and your other readers really know about this trip.

Next, and obviously the most important part of writing a vacation piece, where did you go? Was it to a major city for a weekend or a getaway to a beach? Did you stay in the mountains somewhere, contemplating life or did you go camping instead, traversing with nature and all its beauty? Tell me about where you went!

Finally, make sure this scene has something that you or the person that’s your main character has an activity going on. Did you go swimming or biking? How about hiking or mountain climbing? Did you stay home and sleep all day? What was it about this last vacation that made it unique and special to you?

As always, I will write mine up and share it tomorrow for everyone to see how I handled my own prompt. Don’t forget, you’re more than welcome to comment on the post sharing your own prompt, just let me know! I’d be happy to give any feedback that you may be after.

Enjoy!

A Walk in the Park

8 Aug

So the other night things were strange when I went for a walk through our park alone. It has been a long week now and I’m apparently a part of a new club that I’m not completely fond of, but it was that or death. What a pain.

It all started about a week ago. I had decided it was a good time to take my german shepherd, Oscar, for a walk through a park nearby. I had just begun to get back into Pokemon Go and thought well hell, maybe there will be some stops and gyms there. It was a relatively cool evening for July so I decided to just go in the t-shirt and basketball shorts I had been wearing since my romp in the gym.

We got to the park pretty quick in my opinion. I think it was a mix of Oscar’s 80 pounds of excitement pulling me and just my general enjoyment of being outside. It was a quiet night, with a soft breeze gently ruffling my wavy black hair. Oscar began pulling me immediately towards the sidewalk that ran through the center of the park. If there is one thing that dog knew, it was his walking routes.

So we began walking this route and right away something felt uneasy. Almost as if it was out of a horror movie, well a low budget horror movie. In typical fashion, the lights lining the park began either dimming or going out all together and the only thought that crossed my mind was well that’s odd. I looked down and checked and sure enough I had my running sneakers on, in which I was grateful I had remembered to wear them today. In from of me, Oscar just kept strutting forward, tongue hanging happily out of his mouth while he swung his dopey head back and forth looking around. He didn’t care that someone was coming after us.

Sure enough, I was right and as if it was queued up in a terrible slasher film, all the lights went out in the park at once. I could feel my heart-rate starting to rise and in my head my inner monologue could only say boy howdy, we’re in trouble now. I began to pick up my pace, which got Oscar excited and he began to speed up as well. I love that dog but damn he isn’t the best at taking hints that everything may not be okay.

We’re about three quarters of the way through the park at this point when I hear the chanting begin. Now I’m not one hundred percent sure on what they were saying, but I’m pretty confident it was something along the lines of “Come with us. Fall with us. Die with us.” At this point, I had turned around and saw a bunch of hooded yahoos, faces completely covered and a weird symbol on their hoods walking my way. The symbol looked to be glowing and I’m pretty sure it was a crescent moon with an X behind it or something along those lines. At this point it didn’t matter, I said nope in my head and Oscar and I took off. Somehow that damn pooch didn’t notice the whole thing. Finally, we both get home panting and out of breath and we decide it’s best to just lock all the doors to our apartment and go to bed.

The next day I woke up with the damndest thing in my brain and it stuck with me all day. I really felt like I had misjudged those guys. Sure they seemed like evil cultists and all, but like, who am I to judge? So I decided after work I would go, this time without Oscar because I didn’t want anything to happen to him, and see what they were all about.

So let’s just fast forward to where I’m at now and I’ll give you the highlights as I go. Apparently, these hooded men wearing black robes with a blue symbol on their head were cultists. Now you may be thinking, well how’d you fuck that up dipshit? and let me just explain, I thought maybe they were like the people from the tv that were walking and yelling with tiki torches and if that was the case I had a size 13 foot to put up their asses. Screw them is what I have to say about that and I was hoping that was what was going to be the case with this group.

Turns out I was wrong and they worship some sort of ancient entity called D’mur’buden’mka but don’t even ask me how to pronounce it. I told them that was pretty neat and all but I had to go home and take care of some other business. I didn’t mention Oscar because I didn’t want them to hurt him. I offered to get drinks with them sometime soon though, but somehow that translated into threatening me with some funky looking blades and pushing me into a secret part of the park where they had their club set up.

I’m now writing all this because they forced me to drink what they said was blood out of a goblet. Now I’ve never drank blood before but I’m about ninety percent sure what I drank was probably blood. So now I’m sitting here writing in this journal in my own hooded robe. I was told I had to write my story so that D’mur’buden’mka can get to know who I am from his eternal hell dimension that they’re trying to release him from. Oh well, I’m told as long as I cooperate I can go about my daily life, I just have to report here every night and help with their rituals. I’m not terribly excited but hey, what else can you do with a knife to your back?

What a pain.

A Friendly Face

7 Aug

I always loved that you lived in a one story house. Everything was ground level and it made things so easy for me. My mind shrieked in constant fear that one day you would move to a place with multiple floors. I don’t have a vehicle that can haul a ladder and I hate the idea of not being able to see you anymore.

My favorite view is the one that looks straight into your living room. I have always adored seeing you lying there passively on your couch, spinning your blonde hair mindlessly through your fingers as you watched your reality shows in the evening. These windows were my favorite because I could sit on the curb across the street and just look in without ever seeming suspicious. If anyone passed I would simply light a cigarette and pretend to be on a nightly walk. Thankfully, the street you live on isn’t busy enough to warrant doing this ruse all that much.

I always got frustrated when 10pm would roll around and your husband would begin shutting the blinds. I hated that man, hated him with all my passion. He was the one I saw hang these blinds in the living room and I’m sure on more than one occasion he has looked out and seen me and shot a look of disdain in my direction. I hate him for that, but not as much as I hate knowing he can never love you the way I do.

It was always worse when you would move into the dining room because that was when I would have to get close to the house and risk getting caught. Your house shared a driveway with a neighbor and I always worried that they would come out and see me peering through your broken blinds. My heart would swell watching you sit at your dining room table and balance your checkbooks for the day. It proved to me what I always knew: you were as smart as you were beautiful.

From there I would creep window to window down the house with you, watching as you would go into the kitchen and begin making a snack before bed. This was one of my favorite portions of the night because it was always the easiest spot to keep an eye on you from. You and your husband always parked your cars in such a way that I could hide in between them and watch you with ease. I would love watching you glide around the kitchen in just a tank top and underwear. Your porcelain skin would radiate under the glow of the kitchen light and your movement was almost angelic in nature. Never before had I seen a woman of such slender and grace move the way you did.

Then you would leave and head to the bedroom. It was here I had always wished to follow you. I wanted to lie in the bed next to you, to learn your smell and the curves of your body intimately. However, HE was always the problem. As you would head to the bedroom I would always slide through your darkened backyard and peer at HIM in the office.

He would always sit there, his glasses reflecting all the words he would let flow from his mind to his fingers, and he would appear to be writing the next great masterpiece. I hated him for it. Just by looking at him I could see he was moronic and nothing more than a neanderthal. It was easy to see just from looking at the way his face had been chiseled. If only you knew how I could write, which is full of beauty and poetry. I would make you seem like the queen that you are and show you how you were trapped by this miserable troll.

Sometimes, peering in at him as I often did, I would point the gun I was oft to carry on me at the window. I would image letting my finger slide around the trigger and feeling the cold metal against my skin. A smile would always sneak across my face as I imagined pulling the trigger, hearing the shatter of glass and watching as the bullet entered his frontal lobe and exiting with a flurry of brain matter out the back.

But I never did. Instead I would walk around the side of the house, making sure not to bump into the chainlink fence your neighbors have. I remember the first time I had ran into it and it made your dog bark. I hated that dog for a moment, ruining my nightly ritual of listening to you peacefully sleep, but in the long run I am thankful for what that mutt did and the laziness of your husband. The busted blinds behind your bed has now given me a better image. It’s a view of you and oh how I cannot count the times I have fallen asleep dreaming of that view and imaging myself next to you.

I watch now, as you and your husband sleep with the dog dutifully sleeping near the door. I watch as your frame gently rises and falls and I count the amount of time it takes for you to inhale and then exhale. I wonder what you’re dreaming about and can only imagine that your dreams are as beautiful as you. I wonder if you know that I watch over you, protect you, keep you safe. People often say they know when they’re being watched. Do you feel that way and do you feel safe?

For both our sakes, I hope you do.

The View from the Shore

6 Aug

The white sand on the beach wraps delicately around my feet as I stand at the edge of the shore, watching as the cerulean waves crash gently onto my legs. The only sounds that can be heard is the rush of the water running up the bank as the tide inches ever closer to where they’re all hanging out.

On the horizon there is a flash in the darkening sky. A deep guttural growl issues from the unknown miles away. There is a breeze that slaps gently across my face, reminding me of the storm that is threatening in the distance. I believe it smells like salt and water, but I question if the smell is real or just what I’ve been led to believe about the ocean. The others still have not noticed the storm coming in.

I lean back slowly, ever so slowly, until my butt smashes into the hot sand. An indentation emerges where my large frame has pushed heftily into the earth. The sand is only warm for an instant, as the water rushes up to wash the beach out of my hairy legs. It runs down into the hole my body has created and leaves my genitals and rear-end both wet and cool. I enjoy the touch as it feels intimate, a secret meeting between myself and the ocean. Behind me, I hear someone beginning to move.

I close my eyes and lean back, letting the sun begin to cook my porcelain skin. It has been awhile since my last endeavor into this setting and oh, how I missed it so. The heat from above turns my skin as red as an eighth grader sharing their feelings with a crush for the first time. The water rushes up and across my body again and I shudder with delight between the contrast of the hot dry air above and the cooling rush across the ground. Behind me, someone begins to cast a shadow over my head.

“Alright now, that’s enough Stewart,” I hear above me. I keep my eyes shut, ignoring the person harassing me. Behind them, I can hear everyone else leaving. I ignore them as well and listen as the waves crash against the shore and how, still in the distance, the crashing of thunder threatens those at sea.

“Stewart, let’s go!” A hairy arm as thick as a baseball bat reaches down and pulls at my hair. I let out a screech and kick out, which appears to have been the wrong decision. A whistle pierces the air as several more uniformed men run and begin grabbing at me as I continue to lash out.

My eyes open now and the room returns. There are showers everywhere, all turned off and men in towels staring at me. Above, fluorescent lights shine down on my wet and glistening body as a ceiling fan sends a chill into my bones. The uniformed guards are all angry, each trying to grab my naked frame and drag me from the floor. In the distance, outside of the barred windows, I can hear the crash of thunder. I look from my vantage point near the central drain in the room and see another flash of lightning. I smile as I feel the doctor with the round glasses tell me everything will be okay.

A slight sting in the side of my neck. I close my eyes. I am back at the beach.

Journal ent…

3 Aug

It was a trap.

Wealthy benefi…

works 4 them.

I’m wounded.

No time.

Send hel…

Hurry.

 

Journal Entry 4: Official Prognosis

2 Aug

I escaped and woo-wee, heavens help me it was a rush. I’ve never felt as alive as I did last night, my gun sounding loudly into the night as the beautiful thudding sounds of bodies hitting the ground greeted my ears. The minions of darkness, or hell monsters as I call them, had charged forward while I tried to escape last evening. I fought valiantly but I had feared that my time was up. But that was when he appeared, a wealthy beneficiary from my blog. He knew the blight I had discovered and came driving in guns ablazing, friends hooting and hollering out of the back of his truck. They chased the monsters away with their high beams while pulling me up by my armpits into the bed. I have never felt more alive.

I write now from one of his spare rooms, with all of the assurances that him and his compadres will keep me safe. After their showing from last night, I have no reason to believe they will not uphold that promise. So now, as requested by my wealthy beneficiary, I have done extensive research this following evening into the threats to our existence. I was more than happy to oblige as well to his request for me to share my findings with you as well. Listed below is where I believe each of these 11 ancient abominations last attacked our beautiful planet.

I believe one of them was in control of Russia seizing Crimea.

Another had been in charge of the war in Syria. Rumors say that it is ending, and if that’s the case, it would uphold my theory that they’ve moved into the Russian or United States military.

The third I was wrong about. I no longer believe they are located in Flint, Michigan, but rather Yemen.

I believe the fourth I was wrong about as well, and he currently resides at the heart of this movement.

As for the others, well lets be clear, they have a strong foothold in our society. Pride, Greed, Anger, Envy, Sloth, Gluttony, and Lust are all at the forefront of this battle for mankind. Just look at the history of the world. These seven horrible creatures have always ran with their 4 leaders, it is only now that we have begun to see their attack out in the light of day. Woe is me, one of the few that can see the atrocities they are responsible for in day to day life.

However, this will come to an end. I have a mission, and a powerful one sent from the very top. I will reveal the names of those I believe are lying about being human, because as I see it, sins and horsemen cannot be human. Not after they hefted their evil frames from the meteor that destroyed the dinosaurs. Not when they have brought so much pain and suffering to our world.

I must end this post now, just thinking of these hideous creatures has led to my blood pressure rising and my old bones can no longer handle that like they used to. Hopefully my wealthy beneficiary will appreciate this post and let me stay for one more evening. He claims to sleep during the day and be awake through the night. Perhaps I shall take up that schedule as well, if only for my own safety.

Expect to hear from me tomorrow. I have a lot to share and I plan on needing you to help me.

Goodnight and sweet dreams.

Journal Entry 3: Who Am I?

1 Aug

I apologize for the delay of this post. I’m being hunted on this dreary night.

I have shed the damned laptop and am now beginning to create these posts on a smartphone. I am still shut off from the outside world, constantly on the run from the powers that work to strike me down. I can feel them, lurking over my shoulder, watching from the shadows. They run through every piece of data I touch, it feels as if they’re trying to read my very fingertips as I write. Maybe they can, maybe that technology has been embedded in our smartphones. I’m now wary of this piece of junk in my hands just thinking about it.

People keep asking who I am in the comments of these posts. Why is that of importance? Is there a reason to care for a loss soul like myself? I don’t believe there is. But who am I to judge them for caring or determining my own self worth? I’m just a man, no, much more than a man, trying to stop the evil forces at work. The 11 are still out there. The 11 must be stopped.

But the question remains: who am I? Should I share? I am on the run now and I’m sure these haunted figures know who I am, so maybe my loyal followers should as well. I could become a martyr if they catch me that way. I could be a man worthy of creating a crusade. I could die a legend. So be it, you ask, and so you shall receive.

I am a teacher. I am an educator. I am a writer. I’m an academic and a dreamer. I am a peace bringer and the end bringer. I am lost. I will never be found. I am a man, yet not a man. I am an unstoppable force. I am a sharpened weapon against the terrors. I am many things. I have been reduced to nothing. I am Joel.

There, I’ve exposed myself to them and the world. Now I must run again, This dampened road, slick from the rain, has the sounds of pitter patters echoing over my shoulder. I wish that it was just the sound of water slapping against the black top. I know it is not. I wish it was the sound of an animal scurrying across the road and up a tree, yet I know it is not. The lights behind me fade to black, which means I may have been found. Hopefully the weapon I’ve holstered can provide me the safety I need. I must run. I have no choice. If there is no post tomorrow then you must fear the worst for me.

Let’s hope I post tomorrow.

A message is hidden down below. But for you. Only you.

They are the horsemen. Their minions, the deadliest of our sins. They shall not win. They shall not prevail.

Journal Entry 2: Where Are They?

31 Jul

I hope you read this knowing that for the time being, my life is safe. I’ve moved locations since my last post and despite feeling like Frodo hiding from Sauron with the ring, I believe I have time to push out more information. At least, I hope.

I’ve had to resort to stealing and living in a world cut off from society. I have an old flip phone in case of emergencies, and oh how it drives me mad not to be able to have social media downloaded to it in these lonely times. The building I’m in is condemned and as I lie here on this old, forgotten mattress, the wafting smell of piss keeps penetrating my nostrils and making it hard to write. Already it has begun to get dark and I worry this old wood will go up in flame from the candle light I’m working under. Normally I would work with just the glow of my computer screen, but I can’t risk it showing my location and letting the business nearby know I’m using their wifi.

Enough about my struggles though, I must get back to talking about these creatures, and fast. I know I can no longer do anything about them, but maybe, just maybe, you can. I have found out they are all still alive today, but not all of them are working together. There are factions amongst their ranks. By my count, there are four factions in all.

The first faction I believe operates somewhere within the banking system. From what I can tell they run on a global scale. The head of this faction operates somewhere over seas, maybe in Swedish accounts. As of late he’s brought in two cronies from the beginning. The first is his right hand woman. She generally is found in yellow, flowery clothes, but don’t let that fool you. She’s a shark for money in any way she can get her hands on it and will bleed the middle class dry to help her boss and the top one percent succeed. The other follower is a woman that dresses in violet. She works as a middle man between millionaires and billionaires to the banks. When speaking to her, you can tell she thinks highly of herself and of the status in society that was thrust upon her.

The next faction resides somewhere in either the U.S. or Russian military, but I haven’t been able to place it as of yet. So far all I know is the leader of this faction is a general and a ruthless one at that. He will stop at nothing to win any battle that he may be thrust in to, and at any cost. Just like the other faction, this leader has a right hand man. From what I gathered this will be a young man with an obsession of the color red. I haven’t been able to gather much, other than the fact he is short in stature and has a short temper to match it. He will often be found with a comrade decked head to toe in green clothing. This man will watch how the short tempered one and the general interact with each other and have nothing but contempt in his eye. This faction, in my opinion, is the most dangerous. They will be quick to lash out and destroy anything in their path.

The next group I found, however, seems to be the weakest. It would be of no surprise to me if they ended up going their separate ways or joining with one of the stronger factions later on. This group doesn’t so much have a leader and follower system like the others. No I believe they are lovers, a sort of yin and yang to one another as they bring their chaos across the United States. One of them loves to work with the poor and downtrodden and was last seen in Flint, Michigan wearing all black, looking almost like he wanted to imitate Johnny Cash. Meanwhile, his wife was hard at work in Hollywood overseeing all sorts of experiments on video and film. She works tirelessly to ensure that people are always seated and consuming the media that is produced from there.

The final faction is the one that I have the least amount of information on. The leader of the group seems almost non-existent save for when major catastrophes pop up in the world. Many say that he is a plague on any civilization he touches but there just isn’t enough information to pin where he’s at in today’s world. From what I can tell though, he does have two henchmen. There is one that operates the food industry, helping to control how much the major nations eat versus the ones that don’t have a seat at the global table yet. The other works within the confines of the porn industry. It’s said that he helps to ensure they have open freedom in every nation porn is available and he fights for people to have access to it in nations that forbid it. I cannot fathom why this work is important.

That’s all of the information that I have for now. If I’m not found out and murdered in this building I will have more information tomorrow. My plan is to steal back to where my notes are on these terrible monsters and begin exposing their influence throughout history. Maybe then can we put names to faces. I will try my best to post again tomorrow at the same time and if a post does not appear, just know they have indeed caught up to me. Hopefully, I still have the edge.

Stay vigilant.

 

 

Journal Entry 1: The Dinosaurs

30 Jul

There is a common belief that it was a meteor that struck the earth at a high velocity years ago, effectively wiping out the dinosaurs. With this belief, I agree. There would be no other logical explanation as to what could have done it. However, I believe there was something more that came with that meteor and led to the demise of the dinosaurs.

Now don’t be silly and think that I believe for a second any of the hogwash that’s infiltrated our movies and television. Heavens no, none of that. I don’t believe there are transformers secretly hidden underground or trapped deep within the ice. It’s just like I don’t believe there is a spaceship buried at the bottom of Thor’s Well or the Mariana’s Trench. It’s all non-sense.

No I believe something, or several somethings did exit that meteor and have plagued our planet ever since. I have researched this case thoroughly and I feel that I have enough evidence to try and prove what these creatures are. I don’t have a specific name for them yet, but I hope as I continue my research and begin to share it here, others may be able to help me name them. For now, here is what I know:

In all, I have found accounts of 11 different entities leaving this meteor. Over the years they have emerged to feast before disappearing again. Each have some form of color that is attached to them, and it either illuminates the air or can be found in the backdrop of their attacks. All of them are still alive and well today, thriving amongst our current discord.

I shall post another entry soon, but for now that is all I am willing to share. I fear that recently my research may have fallen into dangerous hands. I pray that it hasn’t fallen in with one of the eleven, heavens no. Each of them are dark and would make me wish for death if they knew that I had found them.

I shall share this for now, since it’s surely on a page they would never expect. I plea with you, implore of you, beg to you, please return to this page tomorrow. If there is another journal entry then you will know I have not been found out and I will hopefully be able to slip in more information on our enemy. If there is no journal entry, then you must run and hide, as quickly as possible. If they’ve gotten to me, it’ll only be a matter of time until they get to you.

Godspeed.