Ghost Relic: Heat

This is a twist on Personal Space and happens after the initial arc. I couldn’t restrict this to 250 words, but I think the flowing style is a bit necessary. Or I was scatter brained. It was 90+ degrees in my house. Maybe that’s where my head was at.

I got the writing prompt from here.

#105: Heat

This used to be home. Before, colors and warmth flowed freely in the small space, whirling around content.

Something changed.

The colors were no longer satisfied simply to exist. There was more now. There was identity and focus.

And rage.

The cloud spun and stretched, doing anything it could to pierce the void that surrounded it. It could feel time pass, though it had nothing to judge it again.

It tried to recreate its old body. His old body. But without an order, there was no function to define his form.

The calm colors pulsed with a burning heat and scathing light. The colors would tighten as he threw himself against the void. All in vain.

The more he failed, the worse the rage became. Harder he thrashed, defying the only words that had followed him in: ‘Save Yourself.

He considered it. For a moment, the spirit felt himself slip away.

Then, a light pierced the void.

The colors tightened again and immediately reached for the rift.

There was a hesitation. The rift felt different. It couldn’t have been her.

Still, it pulled him in, and he reached out for it. As before, when he touched it, his energies responded. They began to pull together and solidify, forming a human shape.

As he reached out and touched the rift, an unearthly shriek ripped from him.

It was the wrong place!

No! He refused to be sent away! So long as he still had the strength, he would fight back the Darkness. His form scrambled into a discordant mess. He was fire. He was rage. He was ripping through the rift one way or another. If he could not complete his mission, he would have his vengeance.


Ghost Relic: Ladders

Basically just wanting this week to end at this point.

This is Yohko. A Priestess and Type-A to 11. So far, that’s all I have of her. Also, I wrote this twice just because it was frustrating me. Did you know Kinkaku-ji is currently being run by an active temple? It is! You can’t go in, but they say it’s fully restored inside.

The writing prompt is from here.

#135: Ladders

Yohko climbed the rungs of the ladder she set up on the side of the tiered temple. It had taken her all night and weeks of planning, but soon she would have scaled her way to the top of the Golden Pavilion. The Pavilion was both a historic temple and one of the largest tourist traps in the nation, and she was following a whispered call up its walls.

The practice of breaking-and-entering was new for her, but she was resourceful and confident she could figure it out. All she needed was a telescoping ladder, cardio and strength training, and a lot of time staking out the temple.

She made it to the top, the shimmering gold Phoenix that perched atop the building with its wings spread before her.

The young woman had no time to admire the scenery, only to concentrate on the task at hand. She muttered a short prayer for forgiveness before taking a crowbar to the ornament’s base. The priestess did no small amount of damage, but, given the height, it would take weeks before anyone noticed. From the hole she made, she pulled out a small bamboo canister. It was a lot of trouble for something so innocuous.

Yohko knew better. What called her there rested inside. Now, it was ordering her to open it.

She obeyed, only to find ash and dirt inside. She almost screamed before she noticed the ash start to move. It was starting to reform. The book was hers now.

Ghost Relic: Applause

Well, that was an unintentional hiatus. The short story is that the heat waves and my day job are simultaneously trying to kill me. Of course, it occurs to me I have a backlog of old writing that I can post in the mean time so the next time this happens (and likely it will happen) I will try to keep posting.

Anyway, this is Ran and Jennifer. Ran is near and dear to my heart and Jennifer is new for this story. The original concept being the Elle Woods of Ninjas with a little bit of Cloak from Cloak and Dagger.

Oh and the writing prompt is from here.

#185: Applause

Jenny was at a Karaoke bar, dancing around to some anime song. Naturally, there was applause. She was pretty, white, and blond in a bar full of grubby salary men; their favorite kind of entertainment.

She gave a flattering wink to one of them, and he was immediately at her side, drink in hand. When she asked for an escort back to her car, his coworkers egged him on.

He was so sweet, offering to help her with her door while bragging about his oh-so-important career. And when she needed help with her trunk, he offered!

Of course, no one was around to see him try and grope her. ‘Try,’ being the operative word. She smacked his hand away and, while he reeled back, jammed a stun gun just beneath his armpit deep into his ribcage. The electricity caused his body to seize. Any thoughts of cursing the woman out were interrupted by searing white before he fainted.

There was a slow clap behind her.

“Next time, can you do it without the audience?”

The voice came from behind her from a young looking Asian man who had been waiting in the shadows.

“Next time, can you help me with the leg work?” she huffed, trying to shift the heavy-set man into her trunk.

He shrugged and rolled the body into the vehicle. She had the honor of slamming the door closed.

“Besides,” she said as she dusted off her hands, “No one liked him and everyone likes a show.”

Ghost Relic: Risk

So this is another new character but she may not show up immediately. Apparently, if you try to mix Sailor V and Lina Inverse, you get a Korean Dazzler. I dunno.

I got the writing prompt from here.


#170: Risk

Mina managed to slip out of the large auditorium and find a dark secluded corner. The singer let out a slow breath, thankful for whatever quiet she was about to get. She fumbled to get the eCig out of one of her pockets, pulling her coat tighter over her sparkly stage costume.

It was always an ordeal, leaving to take a small break after shows with the paparazzi, management, and fans breathing down her neck in that order.

She was almost about to relax when she heard a noise around a corner. She glared and slipped the eCig out of sight.

A scraggly jumped into sight, brandishing a small knife. He said something stupid demanding her valuables.

“Oh thank God! I was almost worried!” She was so relieved that she didn’t have to worry about ‘Pop Princess’ Drug Habit!’ being splattered on some hack’s Instagram just because she liked a Peach Vape after shows. She whined, wanting some peace, “Just get out of here.”

Of course, he didn’t listen! Her hand flipped out of her pocket, fingers out like a gun. ‘Pa~h!’ she breathed as a flash burst from her fingertips, knocking the would-be assailant out of sight.

She grinned smugly and leaned back against the alley wall. That was her favorite way of blowing off steam. Of course, the flash and the pop wouldn’t go unnoticed, and she heard a crowd headed towards her.

Mina cursed loudly and dove back into the auditorium. She couldn’t get a minute!

Ghost Relic: Stray Animal

The urge to write the first arc of Ghost Relic in full came from a couple of 100-word pieces I wrote as a post-a-day challenge. I’m not 100% on the post-a-day deal but I think I’m doing pretty well so far. I figured if I did it for the next arc, I’d get a handle on the characters the same way.

Ally and Ben are two nth-generation millennials about to get caught up in a heap of trouble. Writing Prompt is from here.


#121: Stray Animal

Ally tore down an alley, chasing down some dog she had seen wandering aimlessly through the streets. It reminded her of a pup she had seen on a poster or two around the neighborhood, not that she had a good look at it before she took to the chase.

“Dammit, come back here!” her friend ordered as he ran after.

She didn’t have time to respond, having finally cornered the frightened, disoriented animal.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” he hissed at her.

Ally knelt down, smiling gently at the stray before it finally came to her and nuzzled her hand. She had a way about her that put animals at ease, even if it did nothing for actual people. It finally crawled into her lap, and she flipped through photos on her phone, trying to match the dog to one of the many posters she snapped.

“How did you even do that? You’re scared of everything,” Ben sighed, leaning against a wall. He kept an eye out. It might have been quiet now, but he wasn’t going to be the reason his friend got murdered in some back alley.

“No idea. And I never said I wasn’t scared. Isn’t that right, little buddy?” she cooed, scratching the pup beneath the snout before calling the owner.

“One of these days, they’re just going to turn and bite you.”

Ally shrugged. “Yeah. Maybe. But not today.”

“Then, seriously, what the hell, Ally?”

“Sometimes you just got to get someone home.”

Chapter 1: Thank You

Okay so that’s the end of that. I’m sort of sorry I killed everyone, except the first post really lead into the fact that I was going to do that. So that’s the last time I’m apologizing for that.

At the point I’m writing this, it’s actually Sunday, July 8th. It’s 11:30 at night and 85 damn degrees in my house. If it sounds like my writing is frayed, that’s why.

My partner asked me what my book was about, and I couldn’t really describe it. I said, ‘Uh, it’s about this guy, he’s a ghost, he gets trapped in a statue that gets sent forward in time.’ So he’s like, ‘Oh..kay.’ Then I said, ‘You know every Asian Drama I watch? It’s exactly like that.’ ‘OH, OKAY.’ Also apparently killing everyone up front is a thing I do so I can avoid doing it later. Believe me. No one dies from here on out. Probably.

The reason why I wrote this out, besides it being a thing stuck in my head since High School, is that I was doing a large application rollout and it burned a lot of stress for me. For the people who actually read that and enjoyed it? Thank you!

Also, this Chapter 1 is definitely more than one chapter. I may split it up into 3 (1/2/3+4), but it depends on what it looks like when I print it out and edit it. I rewrote the end three separate times before just sending Makoto home alone.

The next chapter is going to be about Kesshen, whose name may or may not change, and his reintroduction to reality. I’m getting attached to it so I may keep it. The Darkness is still there, as are the Ninjas and the Temple, who may or not blame him for what happened.

The next week will be some character work along the lines of the short prompts I did before settling on just squeezing this arc out. I basically want to see how far I can go with this story before my brain gives up on it like it does on so many things.

Oh! And one last thing. If you’re into this sort of storyline, basically spirits and time travel and what have you… Here are the things I’m really into:

  • My Girlfriend is a Gumiho (Korean, DramaFever): A demon is trapped in a temple and is unintentionally released by a some rich brat who wants to be an action star. She has no concept of how to act as a person and possibly eats people. She once fell for a soldier who had to betray her and seal her away. She carries a lot of anger for that. And it’s my favorite thing. This is kind of (exactly like) that.
  • Faith (Korean, Drama Fever): Okay I don’t remember this being called Faith when I saw it. But whatever, a Korean Soldier uses magic to travel from the 1300’s to the Future to find a doctor to heal his Queen. He finds a plastic surgeon and hilarity ensues. Also treachery, because that’s usually hilarious, right? I don’t know I love it. I’m so big on time travel. It’s my favorite.

Finding this, I just realized DramaFever went Freemium so all my free time may disappear.

Thank you again! Excuse me while I lose myself in TV for a while.


Cheap Book Covers

As much as I like Text Heavy Sites, this is turning into a real Text Heavy Site. Also, I am having genuine guilt over framing this as a Pure Period Fantasy work when it’s actually really not (hence why I’m padding so much before I legit kill everyone). So I thought it would be nice to make a book cover for a bit of context. You might notice that all of the Ghost Relic posts suddenly have fancy pants images. Then at some point during this process, I realized I have no idea what I’m doing because I am a Programmer in real life. Where there are usually Publisher marks, I should put a Gold Star.

So I initially wanted Book Like Covers, so I used the image sizes used on Upliterate, a place you can upload original works as books. I don’t use it, but it’s an interesting concept and I might use it later. This is what those covers ended up looking like.

Then I looked to see how it viewed in a post. It was LONG. So, so long. So, I made square versions. It might also look nicer or format more cleanly in a grid.

I have to admit, they look nicer to me.

Then when I went to look at them on the actual Reader Feed, it turned out they use a completely different aspect ratio. Because of course they do. And since there’s no way to explicitly say which images are for what, I made new ones.

I like this much less. But whatever, by this time I’ve spent hours on it and now I’m sad and it was hot that day.

Then I looked at the WordPress mobile feed, WHICH USES A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT ASPECT RATIO. At this point, I gave up. So that’s the story behind that.

Sidenote: This may be the only Ghost Relic: Extras post I make that doesn’t have the cover image. Because I figured in this post you would have seen it enough times to need to see it one more time. Am I right?