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Chapter 2.1-1: Back to Life

I guess I’m back! Sort of. I am so sleep deprived again.


“Please stop,” he whispered. His best friend since grade school had been rambling without a breath and he was sure that one of two things was about to happen: One, the sort of tiny Asian mix next to him was going to pass out due to lack of oxygen reaching her brain, and Two, his brain would hemorrhage from the garbage he was being forced to listen to.

“But you asked, and you’re obviously not getting it. Kylie set up the robbery! It’s all right there!”

“OH MY GOD, I DON’T CARE. While I’m impressed you managed to take a break from your dramas and K-pop gossip column fire hose long enough to even hear about something that happened in this country, sort of, since when do you even ‘keep up’?”

“Hey, when it’s juicy you kind of don’t care where it comes from. Anyway, So, at her party—”

“That happened months ago, and I still don’t care.”

“How do you know when it happened if you don’t ‘keep up’?”

“Shut up.”

“Do you want to hear about the latest release date debacle?”

“No.”

“Oh this K-pop band just dropped out of a tour that was supposed to pass through here, and there is going to be rioting!”

“Who is it? Wait! No! Just.. Enough with the gossip rag for five seconds.”

“Fii~ne,” she groaned. They walked in an awkward silence while Ally bit her lip to keep any more details fell out of her mouth. After an excruciating twenty seconds, she spoke up again, “What do you want to talk about?”

Benjamin groaned and rolled his eyes. “I just want to grab a bite before work!”

He was a few steps ahead before he realized that Ally had fallen behind. “Hey? Are you okay?”

The girl had her finger and her thumb massaging her eyes. “No, it’s just… I thought I heard something, and now I have kind of the worst migraine.”

“You never get migraines.” He sighed again and went over to his friend, hand to her forehead. “Well, you aren’t sick. When was the last time you ate something that wasn’t just formed up sugar and caffeine?”

“I eat fine, mom.”

“Seriously, your mom will murder me if you get home messed up.”

“Fine! I will eat with you if it will make you stop nagging me!”

“Like you weren’t going to eat,” he mumbled before heading to the nearest tea shop. He stopped in his tracks, seeing a commotion ahead of them. “Huh. Shenanigans outside of the Temple. There’s something you don’t see every day.”

Ally could barely focus. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s just go around. I don’t feel like getting into a tangle with Buddhists today.”

“I think that is literally impossible.” His friend was gone again, this time ducking into an alleyway causing the hairs on his neck to stand on end. “What is it with you with alleys?! Are you a fan of being murdered?!”

“What can I say, it’s in the name.” Ally leaned against the wall, the pounding in her head getting worse.

“Whatever you say, Miss Murder Bait.”

“That’s Princess Murder Bait to you.”

公主? [Princess?]

“Oh my god, it was a joke,” she groaned as she moved further in the alleyway.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t say anything.” Benjamin followed her, growing more concerned as she became more distracted.

She began to argue when a dark clad man seemingly dropped out of the sky, blocking their exit.

公主! [Princess!]

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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: 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.

 

Ghost Relic: Chapter 1

Chapter 1.4: Fading Memories

Well. This is it! That was a whole lot of words. I’m not used to writing this much, to be honest. That leaves editing this monster then reposting it in full. Not that I’d expect you to read it twice, but it’s a good exercise for me.


 

Makoto had made the trek to the old battlefield. It had been three months since the Priestess and her companions had left the capital city, and three months since the flash of light cleared the blight from the countryside. In that amount of time, everything he expected to happen had come to pass.

When the light had faded, the demons were gone without any trace allowing the armies to close in. Where the vortex once swirled, the air was unnaturally still and the land had gone barren. There were few remains to tell of what had happened there. There were three bodies, impaled by stone spikes. One of those was a woman whose neck was slashed. The artifacts that survived were damaged and drained of their former power. There was no sign of any Ghoul or any Summoned Spirit and no one had any reason to think they had even existed.

Still, the Golden Temple had taken it all. The bodies of the fallen and those they could not recover were given funerals befitting heroes. The battlefield was cordoned off. After a while, the land was forgotten.

By the time he came to pay his respects, the land had grown over. New life was pushing its way through the cracks of dry land. In no time at all, all evidence of a battle would have been buried. He was sure that was what everyone else wanted. All memories of the horrors of the Darkness and the alliances forged to defeat it lost to time. This way, everything could return to the status quo.

He knelt down towards one of the piles of rubble and looked through. He had no idea what he wanted to find. He had already searched several other piles to only find more dirt. He dug down and felt something solid. He narrowed his eyes and fished out small stone statuette. Makoto looked down at it. It was warm to the touch and made of no material he had seen before.

He slipped the statuette into one of his pockets and headed back where he came. Both clans had been dismissed from the capital, leaving little else to do but return home and prepare for the day that memory of this battle had faded. He had a feeling it would not be long.