Monday, April 11, 2016

Ten Minute Freewrites - Prompt #12 The New Sky King

Hey everyone! It's Monday! Time for another....

Ten Minute Freewrite

Today's freewrite gives a basic shoutout to The Summer King Chronicles (There's a kickstarter going on right now for book four.... GO TO IT. You won't regret it.). Jess, you might recognize something with this one. ;)

Either way, here's the prompt! Enjoy the story.


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Miraj pulled himself out of the liquid filled tub, then stumbled to his knees on the cold, septic floor of the lab, squawking and hacking green bile from his stomach. 

Squawking. Maybe the experiment was a success. Too bad he was too busy coughing his organs out of his mouth to care. 

He lifted his head, drawing in every breath he could, sucking in air, forcing his body to function. He felt heavier than he could remember. A weight pulled down on his shoulders, something ran down his spine and brushed against the bottoms of his feet, and his hands, if indeed they were hands, felt clammy and dry, despite the thin layer of liquid covering his body. 

He felt distant too, as if this wasn’t his actual body. More like he was puppeteering someone else’s body. Very strange. 

He opened his eyes to total darkness. But the world around him wasn’t completely dark. After a moment of adjustment, he discovered he could see almost as well as if it were day. 

The experiment was a success. But it wasn’t supposed to be. He was supposed to die! Give himself up to experimenting instead of facing death on Death Row. He pulled himself to his feet. 

His feet. He looked down and gasped. Instead of human feet, they were lion paws, furry, dark blue, tipped in gold. His legs bent funny, like the back legs of wild cat, forcing him to stand on his toes to keep balance. 

He glanced at his hands. They, too, were different and… wrong. Instead of five human fingers, four clawed “fingers” reached up at him, like the feet of a bird, golden brown and scaly. 

He backed up from the tube, struggling to find something to sit on. He found an office chair, tried to sit, and found a long feathered tail running down his back. 

And more than that, he had wings. He ran his new fingers down the flight feathers, too shocked for words. Scared, he lifted his hands up to his face. In the face of this new experiment, nothing felt real. At least not until he felt the beak that now replaced his mouth and nose. He held the beak with both clawed hands and experimented with opening and closing it. It moved at his command.
 
Something was wrong. Seriously wrong. Far more wrong than just a successful experiment. 

He knew what they had been planning. Borrow the ancient power of the gryfon god of old, the Sky King of legend. Rumor had it that if the creature was caught, he would grant the captor his powers. The lab here had been trying to “catch” his power. 

Miraj hadn’t believed a word of it. The Sky King was just a myth. The head scientist had told him that they of course weren’t really trying to catch the Sky King’s power – just imitate it based on the legends to develop a new super soldier. They needed a volunteer who wasn’t afraid to die. 

Miraj had spent the last four years on Death Row and was next on the list. He was going to die anyway. Might as well do it in a way that’d get him in the history books. 

But it was supposed to only give him strength. Not change his appearance. Not turn him into… this thing. This physical, standing gryfon.

And to make matters worse, someone whispered to him in his head. 

“Well now, human,” the voice, deep and proud, purred into his mind. “You’ve caught me. Now what do you plan to do with me?”
 

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Now THAT was fun. Man. Can you imagine waking up from something that you should have died from only to be in this state? And have someone speaking to you in your head?

NUTS.

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Monday, April 4, 2016

Ten Minute Freewrites - Prompt #11 Dark Alleys and Strange Instructions

Hey everyone! Time for another...

Ten Minute Freewrite

Let's tackle something completely different and go for a "you do this" kind of prompt. I generally like to connect my prompts to some kind of existing project, but this time I think I'm gonna freelance it. Let's get started! 


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Jasmine stared down the alleyway, baffled. 

“She was just here,” she muttered. “I saw her. Where did she go?” 

She had been following the mysterious figure for over an hour after she saw her snatch a wallet out of someone’s purse. Had it been any normal kind of theft, she might have been inclined to shout or call the police or draw attention in some way. 

But it wasn’t normal. She had been sitting at a table in front of the coffee shop on Magnolia, people watching, as she often did. That’s when she saw the women she had been following stand up and walk by someone’s purse hanging on the back of a chair. The woman had just waved a hand in front of the purse and a wallet appeared in her hands. Jasmine might have passed it off as excellent slight of hand, but then the woman waved her hand again, this time in front of the wallet, and a wad of cash appeared in her fist. The woman then walked off, tossing the wallet over her head. It disappeared in the air. A second later, Jasmine saw the wallet’s owner get into her purse and pull the same wallet out to pay for her food, only to find it mysteriously devoid of money.

None of it made any logical sense. She had to know what was going on. So, like the ignorant, ridiculous person she was, she followed the thief. Along the way, she saw her steal from three more wallets, including from a man who kept his wallet in his pocket. No one noticed a thing.
Who was this woman? 

But she was wondering if she’d ever find out now. She had followed the thief through crowds of people until it finally thinned and the path opened into a dark alleyway. A dead-end alleyway with thick brick walls on all sides, with no doors, windows, or even a fence to climb. 

It also had no mysterious woman thief. 

Jasmine shook her head. Maybe she had been hallucinating. The whole experience was beyond believing anyway. She had just wasted her time searching for something pointless. 

She was about to head home when she heard the unmistakable sound of paper in the wind. She turned down the alley just in time to see a bright yellow envelope flutter down from the sky. She ran down and snatched it from the sky, then ripped it open.

The envelope held a small, square sheet of paper with only a few words in mess, block handwriting. 

“Do you understand?” the paper asked. Jasmine frowned. “Wave your hand in front of the reddest brick on your left.”

“What?” she turned to the left. The bricks looked mostly the same, with a few varying shades of red. But one bright, fire engine red brick stuck out to her. She bit her lower lip and frowned. “Well, here goes nothing.” She waved her hand in front of the brick.

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Heh, I tend to end these things on cliffhangers. XD This one was interesting, but not my best writing. It'd probably need a few rewrites to really get things across. 

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