Hey everyone. I just wanted to let you know that, as long as everything goes smoothly, the second part of my short story series (about my character Declevon Blackmoon) will be released within the next 4 or 5 days. It is called Blackmoon Conquest and will be available for purchase on Amazon.
I will post a link once it becomes available. I hope you all will check it out.
Daniel woke up in a panic. For a few seconds, he didn’t know where he was. He sat up to get a look at his surroundings. He’d wanted to jump all the way up, but his legs were being assholes and weren’t responding like they should have been. That might have made him panic some more, but he quickly recognized where he was. He was in the Protector Center in Central Cincington. More specifically, he was in the Protector Center’s medical facility.
The door to his room opened up and a young woman, in her mid-twenties, walked in. “You know the drill, Carter,” she said, annoying him by only calling him by his last name. “Lay back down while you’re worked on.”
“How bad is it?”
“Your spine got the worst of it. After looking at your scans, I was surprised that you were still standing at the end.”
“How many shots of Coop to fix it?”
Coop was the unofficial name that the Protectors used for the recuperative injections they received to speed up their healing process. It was a wonder drug. He’d had both his legs broken before and was back on his feet within two days. Unfortunately for everyone else in the world, Coop only worked on Protectors. It worked in conjunction with the Protector serum they were given at the start of their tenures. Lately, though, he’d noticed that it was taking more Coop to heal him than it used to. Another effect of his growing age. Continue reading
For the none of you out there who were curious about what world I was referring to in my last post, the answer you haven’t been waiting for is finally here. The world that I would like to write a fan fiction in, but haven’t come up with a story to do so yet is:
For those of you who are wondering what that is, Thedas is the name of the land in Dragon Age, which consists of 3 console video games (so far. From what I hear, the fourth one will be releasing sometime within the next couple of years), 5 novels, an animated movie, and a number of comic books.
I have beaten the first two games at least five times each. The third one, only twice, but that’s mostly because it’s a lot longer of a game than the first two. I’ve read each of the novels twice, except for the last one which I’ve only read once. I’ve read almost all of the comic books. I’ve watched the movie 3 or 4 times.
Yet, during all of that, not a single idea for a story has popped into my head. It’s frustrating….
I’ve written in the Star Wars universe. I wrote something in the Left 4 Dead world. I’ve made a couple of trips into the realm of Marvel. I even took a very short hop into the DC universe.
There is one place that I have not yet visited that I would really like to. The only problem is that I really haven’t had any stories come to me from it. That’s incredibly frustrating to me because, other than perhaps the Star Wars universe, I’ve spent more time in this fictional world than any other. Between the books, movie, and video games, I’ve spent a good chunk of time there, yet I can’t seem to get a story from that world to form in my head.
It doesn’t have to be a long one, or even a very good one. I just want a story from there to come to me. I want to type it up. I want to post it on here, if only so I can say that I wrote something from this universe.
That’s not too much to ask, is it?
It was at this point, when I originally thought up this post, that I was going to tell you all what world I was referring to, but I think it’d be more fun to see if any of you can guess it. Any of you out there who know me, or have followed my blog for a while, will probably be able to get it fairly quickly. Let’s see, though.
Any guesses on which fictional world I’m referring to?
Daniel Carter had been the Southside Protector for 19 years. In that time, he had never had to ask for help from any of the other 4 zones in Cincington. There had been some times that he needed to help them, but those were few and far between. Normally, he only saw the other 4 Protectors during regularly scheduled training or intelligence sharing meetings. Looking up at what was pinning him to the ground, he knew that he was going to have to break that streak. He just hoped he lived long enough for them to come to his rescue.
The dragon had him almost completely immobilized. His arms were trapped by his sides. Luckily, the techs who built the Protectors’ armor had built in contingency systems for situations such as this. There were two buttons, one on each of his hips, that would sound the alarm to have the others come running. There were also two more on his back that did the same thing, should his hands ever be bound behind him. Hitting only one of these buttons at a time did nothing. Both of them had to be hit at the same time.
Daniel had hit them both repeatedly for the last few seconds. It was like the button for an elevator. Hitting the button multiple times didn’t make it move any faster, but people did it anyway. If nothing else, Daniel hoped that the numerous amount of presses would indicate the urgency of his request.
The dragon’s head snaked down so it was face to face with Daniel. “For a mortal, you fought well. It will be an honor to kill you,” it said.
“I’d feel more honored if you didn’t kill me.” Continue reading
On Sunday, my wife, father in law, sister in law, and I participated in Cincinnati’s Heart Mini Marathon. We (along with 26,000 other people) did the 5k walk among the city streets to raise money for the American Heart Association. This is a cause close to all of us. My wife and her sister lost their mother (and my father in law, his wife) to a heart attack when she was only 45.
My mother has had heart surgery herself.
This is the fourth year that they have participated in the event, but it’s only my first. The previous three years, I wanted to join them, but someone had to stay home with Baby E and my sister in law’s kids. This year, my sister in law’s husband watched their kids while Baby E spent some time with my dad and stepmom.
It was a great event. The streets were packed. The weather was good. We all enjoyed ourselves.
…. until the next day.
Before the walk, I said that the 5k was only like three miles and I average about five miles of walking each day at work so It should be a piece of cake. There are a couple of flaws in that logic, however. First, while I walk more on a daily basis, it’s spread out over a longer period of time. My normal five miles is done over an eight hour shift while we finished the 5k in a little over an hour. Second, there are no hills in my warehouse. There are hills in Cincinnati.
My feet and calves did not like me on Monday morning…
Oh well. It was for a good cause and, provided we find someone to watch Baby E again, I’ll be doing it again next year.
His knee drove down into the man’s ribs. This was the part where he’d normally hear them snap, but all Daniel heard was a small grunt. That was not good news for him. It meant that the man would be a lot tougher than he originally expected him to be. He still had no doubt that he could beat the man, but it would take more than his enhanced physical skills.
Daniel reached for his laser weapon, but the fire bomber swatted him away before he could grip it. He found himself flying backwards through the fire and slamming hard into the concrete wall. His vision blurred for a moment as pain ran rampant all over his body. Even during practice sessions with other Protectors, he had never been hit that hard and the Protectors practiced at full strength. Whatever this man was, he was stronger than Daniel.
The man stepped back into the fire. “Join me,” he bellowed mockingly. “Let us see who can withstand this trial by fire.”