A Writer's Progress
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jasonandrewI have a couple of announcements.
My erotica retelling of Little Miss Muffet story titled "Moffat Bound" will appear in Steamy Screams: Erotic Horror from Blood Bound Books. That's right, this is my erotic lesbian vampire-spider story.
My body horror ala Lovecraft story titled “Recovery” will appear in the anthology In Situ from Dagon Books.
Last night, I finished Chapter Five: My Heart Into Stone of the Highway West.
New words: 2,000
Total words: 23,876
Type of scene: Bar fight
Challenge(s): Turing the Tropes of a Road Trip / Spiritual Journey
Researched: Elements of a soul and vampires being able to enter into someone's house.
Work in Progress
Nathan took in a deep breath. “You think the New Flesh is coming after us? Seriously.”
"Maybe not right now at this moment. When the sun sets, who knows? Sooner or later, the word will get out. When that does, you’ll be a marketable commodity with untold fortunes.”
The thought that he could be sought after as a prize didn’t make Nathan feel comfortable. He was very glad when the pace of traffic picked up to a comfortable speed and that they could place more distance between themselves and Sanger. “Who would want me? I don’t have any training and like you said, I’m untested. I should be worthless.”
Marty groaned and then reached over to open the glove box. He fished around inside until he found his silver box filled with cigars. He slipped one into his mouth and lit it. “Any number of creatures with black hearts would love to capture an untrained mystic. They could mold you in their own image or just use you for spare parts. Some demons find your type a bit tasty. And speaking of which, I don’t suppose you’re a virgin?”
“What the hell does that have to do with anything? And I thought you quit smoking!”
“It’s been a stressful couple of days. And, it’s not like it will kill me any faster.” Marty took a long drag from the cigar and then blew floating smoke rings. “And as for the other thing, some creatures find that particular status very attractive. Good enough to eat as it were.”
“What? You telling me some of them are going to try to eat me?”
Marty waved away his nephew’s concern. “If you are lucky. There are far worse things in heaven and earth, I assure you. And speaking of which, I’m going to have to teach you to shoot a bit.”
“That I can do. Poppa took me hunting a couple of times,” Nathan said defensively.
“Not quite the same, but at least you’ve shot something. Nine times out of ten if you get into a fight, it’s your fault. I’m just looking out for the random element. I think you’ll do OK, don’t worry.”
“Yeah, creatures from beyond want to taste my flesh.”
“And some of them will want a little more from you.” He flashed a smile and leaned closer. “And they won’t be taking you to dinner and movie first.”
“What?”
“Well, yeah, some of the creatures will want your essence in their progeny. But, we’re not exactly talking about attractive creatures here. You’d be better off as dinner. Just be glad that the monster didn’t take you to her lair under the river.”
“If you tell me there’s monsters waiting to anal probe me, we’re turning around,” Nathan warned.
“Well, if you hear banjos, then you should run like a bat out of hell. Just in case.”
My erotica retelling of Little Miss Muffet story titled "Moffat Bound" will appear in Steamy Screams: Erotic Horror from Blood Bound Books. That's right, this is my erotic lesbian vampire-spider story.
My body horror ala Lovecraft story titled “Recovery” will appear in the anthology In Situ from Dagon Books.
Last night, I finished Chapter Five: My Heart Into Stone of the Highway West.
New words: 2,000
Total words: 23,876
Type of scene: Bar fight
Challenge(s): Turing the Tropes of a Road Trip / Spiritual Journey
Researched: Elements of a soul and vampires being able to enter into someone's house.
Work in Progress
Nathan took in a deep breath. “You think the New Flesh is coming after us? Seriously.”
"Maybe not right now at this moment. When the sun sets, who knows? Sooner or later, the word will get out. When that does, you’ll be a marketable commodity with untold fortunes.”
The thought that he could be sought after as a prize didn’t make Nathan feel comfortable. He was very glad when the pace of traffic picked up to a comfortable speed and that they could place more distance between themselves and Sanger. “Who would want me? I don’t have any training and like you said, I’m untested. I should be worthless.”
Marty groaned and then reached over to open the glove box. He fished around inside until he found his silver box filled with cigars. He slipped one into his mouth and lit it. “Any number of creatures with black hearts would love to capture an untrained mystic. They could mold you in their own image or just use you for spare parts. Some demons find your type a bit tasty. And speaking of which, I don’t suppose you’re a virgin?”
“What the hell does that have to do with anything? And I thought you quit smoking!”
“It’s been a stressful couple of days. And, it’s not like it will kill me any faster.” Marty took a long drag from the cigar and then blew floating smoke rings. “And as for the other thing, some creatures find that particular status very attractive. Good enough to eat as it were.”
“What? You telling me some of them are going to try to eat me?”
Marty waved away his nephew’s concern. “If you are lucky. There are far worse things in heaven and earth, I assure you. And speaking of which, I’m going to have to teach you to shoot a bit.”
“That I can do. Poppa took me hunting a couple of times,” Nathan said defensively.
“Not quite the same, but at least you’ve shot something. Nine times out of ten if you get into a fight, it’s your fault. I’m just looking out for the random element. I think you’ll do OK, don’t worry.”
“Yeah, creatures from beyond want to taste my flesh.”
“And some of them will want a little more from you.” He flashed a smile and leaned closer. “And they won’t be taking you to dinner and movie first.”
“What?”
“Well, yeah, some of the creatures will want your essence in their progeny. But, we’re not exactly talking about attractive creatures here. You’d be better off as dinner. Just be glad that the monster didn’t take you to her lair under the river.”
“If you tell me there’s monsters waiting to anal probe me, we’re turning around,” Nathan warned.
“Well, if you hear banjos, then you should run like a bat out of hell. Just in case.”
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