Saturday, October 18, 2008
I am on a short vacation in California. I'm hoping to get some time to work on some story outlines. Especially that one story I have for National Novel Writing Month. If you like to write, try it. It's an amazing release for your mind and a great challenge that no matter how much you write, you are proud of yourself. The goal for every NaNo participant is 50,000 words in 30 days. That's a lot. I have recruited some people. Last year I participated and I got 6,000 words done. I am still extremely proud of how much I got done especially with how busy I was last year with everything else in my life. This year though, I WILL make the 1667 words per day goal to get my 50,000! I WILL I WILL! So, sign up on www.nanowrimo.org if you want to participate in it and try. It's so exhilirating!
Also, really really really come to this masquerade ball on the 24th. All you Utah people COME! It's a great magnificent cause to support our troops. You don't have to support the war in order to appreciate what these men and women have put forth to help our country. It'll be awesome!
And, check out www.loveitlikeithateit.com. That's my friends review site and it's amazing. :)
Anywho, since I'm on vacation, I will try to get Part 3 of my Supernatural Fanfic up and going again soon and get it done by Halloween so you can have a treat of how I perceive the show and the Winchester boys! :D
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Just give it a click for more information and come! It's a benefit ball for the USO-United Services Organization.
And I will continue with my Supernatural Fanfic next time. :)
Sunday, October 5, 2008
The music blared as the Winchesters drove to Addison, Illinois. The breeze blew through the open windows as Dean sang over the music.
"Shot through the heart, and you're to blame! You give love a bad name!"
Sam watched Dean nervously. "Uh, Dean," he began, "what's the occasion?" He leaned over to turn the music down as soon as he realized that Dean wasn't hearing him.
"Hey dude, what'd you do that for? I was getting into my own mojo!" Dean actually looked more confused than angry at Sam.
"What's up with you Dean? Ever since you've come back from hell, you've been all...well, you've been weird." Sam raised his eyebrows at Dean who just looked taken back by what his little brother just told him.
"I'm always weird Sammy. When did you finally notice?" Dean shot back with a twinge of sarcasm within his tone. Enough that Sam noticed and couldn't help but smile a little.
"Yeah, well, the last time you listened to Bon Jovi in this car, you said it was because of the occasion. So, is this an occasion or something?"
"Kind of. It mostly deals with the next job." Dean grinned wildly thinking about the job he secretly found whilst Sam decided to sneak off to places with who knows these days. Sam stared blankly at Dean apparently waiting for some kind of description on the job. Dean sighed. "The job is in Addison, Illinois."
"I got that much, but why the love music? Or should I say hate love music?" Sam replied.
"I think we're dealing with a succubus of some kind." Dean watched the road more at this point since the weather decided to change and pour rain on them as they travelled.
"A succubus?" Sam questioned curiously. "Why do you think a succubus? You mean the demon who drains a mans life after seducing them?"
"That's the one. Now shut your piehole unless you have something actually useful to add." Dean then turned the music back up and continued to sing off key with it. The tires of the Impala splashed as it drove through the rain that pounded off the pavement and took the brothers closer to their destination.
Keepers Part One:
Her feet pounded the wet ground softly yet in a rapid pace. Heart racing and breathing quickly the Adidas running shoes made her feel like she could fly anywhere. Climbing the steps of the Victorian style home in Illinois, the wooden porch steps squeaked and groaned. Taking a final count of her heartbeat, she put in her key into the white painted door and clicked open the lock.
"I'm home Mom," she yelled as she stepped into the front entry. She heard no answer from her mom, but knew she was present in the house.
Quickly running up the stairs to the bathroom, she dressed down and climbed into the shower to cool down and clean up from her run.
A small, rippled window right above the shower head glowed a slight orange from the rising moon.
She stepped into the shower, warm droplets of water relaxed her tense muscles and slowed her heart rate as she breathed slower.
Running her fingers through her long, wet brown hair, she heard a rustle outside the dark blue and white striped shower curtain.
"Just a breeze from the vent," she told herself outloud. Shrugging it all off, she continued to wash herself.
A few moments later, a loud ominous sounding thud came from the side of the tub making the ceramic vibrate. Slowly, she peeked around the curtain to find a young man in his twenties, short blond hair and a slight show of not shaving for a few days stood before her. She kept her eyes locked on the young man as she leaned backwards to her homemade bath salts. Grabbing a handful, the young man spoke.
"I'm so sorry Johanna." His image flickered as if he were a dying lightbulb, then he disappeared. Not letting go of the salts in her hand, she turned back to the shower and underneath the shower head of pouring water, there the young man stood once more. "I'm so sorry Johanna," he said once more.
"Damn you Kale," she told him and threw the salt at the spirit in her shower. The young man's spirit disappeared for the time being. "I could have sworn I salted and burned his bones just last week!" Frustrated, she finished her shower quickly, and upon climbing to her bed checked her shotgun to make sure it had salt shots and went to sleep.