Fated Paranoia

This was one of the writing prompts started in 2016 and never finished and since I’m clearing my drafts, I decided to finish this and post it.  Enjoy the first writing of 2017.


“It’s okay,” he said, wrapping his arms around her as she shook with terror.

“It’s over now.”

“No, it’s not,” She whispered back, her grey eyes wide and her lithe body shook.

“It hasn’t even begun.”

My breathing stuttered and I waited for Lennox’s one-liner to come to fruit at this very moment like it did in the movies.  My alpha captured my eyes and his darted to the left signaling me.

I searched the dark room of the motel waiting for something to come crashing from the shadows and the battle of which she spoke of would begin, but minutes turned to hours and nothing. I still couldn’t shake away my tense shoulders.  My ears remained alert to the sounds outside and the pack bonds.

Of course, miss premonition fell into a fitful sleep.  Lennox dreamt while I lay awake pushing through desires to throttle her.

I had had enough.

“Don’t Grey,” Salem, my alpha, warned before I lunged out of the chair.  His eyes glowed with fire through the dark room.

Warning heeded, I cursed and smashed the shot glass on the end table.  I didn’t wince as the whiskey and glass cut into hands.  My hands were already numb, bloody, and swollen from the battle that I thought would end all battles.

I cut my eyes to the seer that slept like a corpse.  Apparently not.  I was getting real tired of fucking fighting.

“Go, send someone else to keep watch, and get some sleep.” Salem commanded.

I growled, shot out the chair, and out the door.  The blinding morning sun angered me more and added to a migraine I carried for days now.

“Mynor you’re needed.” I leveled my voice, showing no outward sign of anger.  It was not their fault.

Mynor rose from the pack of werewolves situated just outside of the motel room.  They waited around our bevy of cars awaiting their next moves.  All bloody and I’m sure with something broken.

Their appearance weighed heavy on me.

He opened his mouth to speak but at my raised brow he shut it.  I rolled my shoulders back and took many deep breaths during the walk to my motel room.

I didn’t want to hurt Lennox, not really, I could never touch her.  I was just so gotdamn pissed and frustrated at the unknown.

I felt someone trailing behind me and once I got into my room I whirled on her.  Penn.

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Gassed and Loaded

Went Pinterest prompt hunting and found this:

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Get ready for the transition into Madness.

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The frozen lake had finally cracked open after all these frigid years.

But it was not this fact which startled me.

Rather it was the single trail of footsteps that lead out.

If they weren’t bloody footprints, I’d have missed them.

The hatchet in my hands clattered to the ice and I took a small step backward.  At a loss for words, I glanced once more at the crack then at the footprints leading back to my property.

My alarm buzzed in my pocket startling me.  I silenced it sending a scathing look at the reminder TIME TO KICK SOME OTHERWORLDER ASS.

“That bastard lied.” I hissed.  He told me we had more time after the crack.  I had purposely set my alarm 30 minutes before go time so I could wait for the creatures that decided to get too close to my property.

Good thing I had gotten too happy and decided to come even earlier than that.  I looked at the footprints again.

 

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Frozen Lake.

Where the hell was it?

 

I picked up the hatchet and carefully tracked the footprints.  The storage unit.  Keeping my eye on the unit for any movement I quickly texted Quinn.  He needed to hurry and get his ass over here.

Finished, I patted myself down and took stock of my weaponry.  Not much I could hide in my tactical outfit without fear of being poked by my own poisonous needles.  The only thing of great use hung in scabbards crisscrossed between my chest.  The daggers bought ordered and made with Damascus steel.

I needed more if I decided to go in by myself.   I gathered the duffel bag on the ground and took out the satchel purse.  I carefully placed my throwing knives and needles into the bag.  I twisted the straps so it fit around my waist.

I also took out the sleeping gas canister and mask.  A unique gas that should work on the otherworld.  Or so Quinn said who knew if I could trust his certainty anymore.

Speaking of, I raised the buzzing phone to my eyes.  Still about 15 minutes out.

I couldn’t and wouldn’t wait that long.  It helped that I knew there would be someone on the way if things went differently than what I pictured.

So far I didn’t see any movement from the unit.  Good.  I walked off the ice and followed the steps of the intruder.  Once I got closer to the storage unit I veered left to the back.  There was a security system on the back door.

The system was green as if no one had broken in.

How this being cracked the code, I have no idea but this would be used to my advantage.

For now, I typed in the correct code to unlock everything.

I turned the corner of the shed to the window and slowly opened it.  I threw the gas inside, shut the window, and ran to the back.  I typed in the reversed code and smiled as the doors sealed shut.

Bomb shelter proof.  The sound of everything being sealed inside filled me with excitement.  I didn’t know how long the gas would take so I waited five minutes pacing back and forth.

I would’ve chosen to go hand to hand or use my lovely daggers but I wasn’t stupid.  I didn’t have back up.  So the plan was to incapacitate and then go in for the kill.

I jumped when I heard a screech something that I couldn’t place a name to.  It made goosebumps and the hairs on my arms raise.

I waited a few minutes before disarming the system.  I placed the mask on and entered the foggy unit.

I walked in slowly looking around boxes and cabinets.  Finally, I found the alien.

She sat in fetal position quaking; next to her was a puddle of rainbow-colored vomit.  Her skin glowed pink and her hair glowed white.  She wasn’t asleep though just mildly incapacitated.

Quinn.  I shook my head and pulled out my phone.

“Hey Siri, please set a reminder in five minutes to knife Quinn,”  I shouted before placing the device away.

I turned back to the alien, deciding how I wanted to do this.  Her discolored eyes widened and she held out her hand.  Pleading.  How…idiotic of her.

How many people did the same to her and her kind and they gave no mercy?  I pushed her hand away and dug into the satchel.

“I’m sorry sweetie but I have the world to protect from being like you.”  I tapped the needle and then inserted it into her distended vein.

She twitched a few times before going still.  I stood and dusted my hands off.

“Good job, Alyssa.” I patted my back.

“Thank you, Alyssa.” I smiled.

In correspondence with the buzzing in my pants pocket, came the hum of a vehicle.  I unsheathed my dagger and twisted it in the air.

“Guess you get to be of use today.”

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~I.L.U*

Quanisha A. McGruder

Mission: The Foretold Novella, Update

Almost

Mission: First Draft, nearly completed.

So happy to report that THE FORETOLD is almost done (first draft).  I was supposed to have it finish so that I could use the CreateSpace code but I was told that you had to upload it early so they can approve it and I did not.

Anyway, I’m excited about finishing and can’t wait to finish the last few scenes.  Surprisingly it hasn’t been a long process compared to writing this and my other novels or longer works.

The difference in this novella and all my other long pieces of work is that I let myself have fun instead of letting my habit take over, (check out my blog post on Perfectionist & Writing).  And I found some awesome software to use.

Write or Die

I first started using Write or Die during Camp NaNoWriMo after someone mentioned it on one of the NaNoWriMo forums.  If you haven’t used it before, it’s an online site that gives you a space to write for a set time with a chosen word count goal.  The trick and twist with this little program is that there are punishments for not writing during the allotted time.  Depending on the difficulty you pick those punishments range from a flash red screen to an extreme of deleting letters every time you stop writing.  It’s great for staying on track, focus, and pushing yourself to just write.

If I had not found this site I probably would not have finished Camp NaNoWriMo.  I recommend it.

Another site I recommend is Scrivener another helpful writer program.

Scrivener

I got this using the code after winning NaNoWriMo, and at first I was skeptical in using it.  The reason I wanted to try it in the first place was because I knew it would keep me organized.  And it did.  This is what I’m currently using now to finish The Foretold novella.  I love it.

I have a habit of getting distracted and bored easily, drafting on Word worked but I got bored of looking at the same boring screen.  Scrivener makes me feel like I’m doing something new because I come to a new text page.  I also can work in full screen mode which keeps from getting distracted.

It is easy to navigate through my work with just a click of a button.

It feels big, a lot freer, and cleaner than having it all jumbled up on Word.   I found the program useful.

Fourth of July break starts Thursday so I’m hoping by the end of this week to have draft one of THE FOREOLD NOVELLA done and out of my hair.  I’m always looking for new ways to help my writing process, if you know any comment below.

~I.L.U*

Quanisha

The Foretold

Fantasy or Paranormal for me has been a genre that I have loved to read, watch, and talk about.  My favorite TV shows include Ghost Adventures, and when they used to show, Ghost Whisperer, Charmed, and Paranormal State.  My favorite movie that I can watch over and over again would be the Underworld series.

I can’t seem to write without having something magical happen or scary.  Unless I’m writing an action/adventure story.  Usually when I have to write something completely mundane or having to do with reality and real life problems I tend to become bored with it.

My writing ranges from Elementals (Fire, Earth, Wind, and Water) family trapped as slaves, teen witches and demons, to an army of mutant humans dubbed vampires.  Right now I’ve seem to join all the fantasy creatures that I like, fairies, witches, vampires, werewolves, demons, sirens, and so much more, into one world for this novella and short story collection I’ve named The Foretold.

This is the first world building story I’ve had to write.  I am new at world building so I researched a lot and relied on the NaNoWriMo forums to keep me on the right track.  This was the first I’ve built a map and had to do a lot of research and planning to make the territories and the creatures involved.

I didn’t do all of it at once, usually when I needed the information like who is the leader of the Dragon Kingdom or how many different muses are there, I would research then add it to my little document I’ve named the Crystalline Handbook.

The Foretold (both the novella and shorty collection) is centered on thirteen people or crystals who are chosen by the Fates to receive two foretelling visions.  Each crystal chosen will receive a part of one of the two visions.  One vision will have the solution to the portals between the two world, Earth and Crystalline, colliding.  The second vision will show the downfall if the two worlds collide.

Here’s a little synopsis that combines both the collection and novella together.

The portals between the human world of Earth and the magical world of Crystalline

Have been growing forcing the world to start to collide with each other

A problem to both sides needing a solution

On the night when the moon was at its fullest

The Fates chose thirteen members of thirteen factions of Crystals to come together

For a special Foretelling

Becoming The Foretold

Each would be given a part of two visions seen by the Fates

One vision showed the solution to the problem

Another showed the downfall of immortals and mankind after the collision of the two worlds

But on that night where the moon was shining so bright,

Something went amiss,

The chosen thirteen never made it back home,

And the Fates disappeared.

The fate of the two worlds hang in the minds of each Foretold

But first, they must be found,

And remember the visions that seem to have been blocked from their minds.

I swear I’ll have a better summary of this once it’s completed.  It’s still in the working stages and I can’t promise you that this summary won’t be changed or added to.  I’m having a lot of fun writing this and experimenting with different things, and researching.  Hoping the novella will be completed by this year and uploaded to Wattpad.  This is a peek into my Creative Madness.  What are you working on?

~I.L.U*
Quanisha A