So many writing projects!

I have so many story ideas I want to write and they keep coming to me in dreams. I would write down a new story from a dream and forget about the last story I was working on. “Death of a Gothic Lolita” is a story I started in high school 5 or 6 years ago. It’s about a Gothic Lolita that had a curse on her. She dies and is reborn like a Pheonix every year. But her death is very painful and takes months. So she spends the remainder of the story trying to figure out who put the curse on her and how to break it.

But later that year I had a time-traveling dream and I wanted to write about that instead. It was set in the future where time travel is a worldwide business. My main characters dad went missing on a mission and she’s trying to find him but the organization he worked for is telling her to stay out of it. Of course she not going to leave then to find him. So she continues and lots of crazy things happen, I don’t want to spoil too much.

I actually made a new years resolution to write and publish the time travel story by the end of the year. That didn’t happen. I think I got stuck trying to plot the whole thing out. Because with a time travel novel there are so many variables you have to figure out and it’s a daunting task to do alone.

While I was writing/ procrastinating on the time travel story I started thinking about yet another two stories that came to my head while I was writing a couple of prompt I found. The first prompt was “She stood there swinging her wand wildly and yelling the chant over and over. But no matter what she did the horse didn’t sprout and wings nor even a feather.”

With this prompt, I was thinking of a fantasy world based off African Mythology where these people are so connected to the God’s and Goddess they worship that they were granted magical powers. However, my main characters magic isn’t as strong as her sisters and she feels like she’ll never catch up to her sister’s greatness.

The second prompt was “The fire licked her fingers like a puppy welcoming an old friend.” With this prompt, I imagined my main character died in an accident but she was reborn as an Angel. But her guardian Angel was busy so he didn’t tell her until a few months after. So now she has to learn how to be an Angel.

And now after going to the Women in the Arts museum, I got some inspiration to create a comic featuring a black female lead. I have her name and her super powers but I don’t have an origin story for her or a plot yet.

I have five stories I want to write. And I want to write them all! But I should choose one and stick to it. And I think I’m going to start with “Death of a Gothic Lolita” since it was the first one that got me into writing in the first place.

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Distant Fragments

I know very well

that you meant well

but still your words

hurt like hell

tears fell

in my distant realm

I know very well

you meant well

but still your actions

caused a reaction

that echoed

in my distant realm

I’m stunned

I don’t know what to think about you now I don’t know how to explain to you how did I believe in you all these years and not see that you are not who I thought you were

I’m stunned

the idea of you fragmented in my

distant realm I frantically try to

piece it back together they

are too small there

are too many

I am

one

now i

feel were

worlds apart

 

via Daily Prompt: Distant

Writing Workshop Prompts

Another Thursday with The Awesome Women Writing Club! I seriously love hanging out with these women. I got real lucky. I actually found a group of women that don’t bicker about dumb irrelevant things. I found a group of women who are compassionate, intelligent and talented.

Anyway, I had fun with these prompts.


Fence, candle on a cake, a secret agent, alone

Sitting beside the fence confining my backyard, I sit alone. I guess no one got my email invite. Or maybe no one cares. It sucks being a secret agent. I barely get time to spend with my friends and family. On the rare occasion I do, no one is available. I hate being alone on my birthday. It’s hard to plan for things. I get notified the day before and people can’t make plans that fast. I understand though. I had one of those jobs before. I kind of wish I still had one. But this one pays a hell of a lot more and I want my kids to go to college. Oh well, I can’t waste this cake.

I light the candles and place them on the cake. Closed my eyes to make a wish. As soon as I was about to blow I hear a shout. “Cheese!” My eyes snap open and I’m stunned by a flash. As my eyes adjust and my wife staring back at me. And my daughters. And my best friend?

“When did you guys get here?!?”

“Sorry were late, Didn’t you get our email?”


In another galaxy

in another galaxy

 

what kind of abnormalities

would creatures possess

what kind of nationalities

or even sexualities

do they have any brutalities

against their own kind

what if in actuality

they embrace their spirituality

as commonality

unlike all of humanity

what if their mentality

embraced the formality

of homosexuality

or even bisexuality

unlike all of humanity