Sunday, February 24, 2013

#8Sunday - Drained - Episode 5: Mutate The Soldier #WeWriWa

Welcome back!

I'm late on my installment of Drained (my WIP), this week, so I'm going back two weeks and posting eight soon after that.


The government funded a "mutate the soldier" program, and somehow my brother got caught up in it.

Then, because I was far too wonderful to be given up, they decided to mutate me as well.

In this matter, I was given very little choice.

I remember asking the General what they could possibly want with a seventeen-year-old. He told me, in his gruff fifty-something year old way, that he needed me to replace the last specialist in his lab.

And just what had happened to his last "specialist"?

"She was unable to recover fully from injuries sustained in combat."

I can't recall my reaction, but I do know that I stipulated in my "contract" that they couldn't send me into combat.


If you want to catch more of the story, it's posted here.

I just got off work, but after a short nap (I don't want to be up all night AGAIN - I have class in the morning) I'll be visiting the blogs of other WeWriWa participants. Check out their posts by following this link.

Your feedback is always appreciated!



Sunday, February 17, 2013

#8Sunday - #WIP - Drained - Episode 4: You Scream Like A Girl

For the past three weeks I've forgone all edits of current works to pen the story that has been hammering inside my skull looking for an exit path. I figure that at least I'm writing. Yes, if I take nothing else away from this experience, at the very least I'm writing every single day, something that I usually put off "until tomorrow" when I have "more time". (My brain is fried from sleep deprivation. What else do you expect from me?)


Poor Michael, what had they done to him?

This question wasn't posed to anyone in general, but it was his Captain -- the Captain -- who answered.

"You call yourself a doctor and don't know how blood gets drained from a body?"

Let's be honest, I wanted to slap him. I had spent months trying to figure out a way to bitch slap my colleagues without raising a hand; no contact meant no chance of breaking a nail.

All my attempts had been epic failures -- until the last one.

I smiled to myself and decided to try out my latest modification.

The Captain screamed -- like a girl.


You can check out the last three weeks by clicking the links below:

Episode 1: What a Bloodless Mess
Episode 2: Talk Like Everyone is Watching. Because They Are
Episode 3: Mutants

The parts of this story are posted on wattpad if you want to check them out.

My son and I are hanging out for the weekend, playing Minecraft until our eyeballs bleed and it's time to go to my dad's birthday "thing". At some point I'll be checking out the posts from the other contributers at WeWriWa. There are extremely talented people participating in this. Be sure to show them some love ;)

Have a great weekend!


Friday, February 15, 2013

Military Love Stories

My sis/bestie/roomie/personwhodrivesmeinsane is married to a man in the military. He is away more than he is home (I'm not sure why but I'm long past the "ask questions" stage).


This year Amy at Trials and Triumphs of Loving my Sailor asked for military spouses to write in with their love stories. So my sis did just that.

Her story went live yesterday for Valentine's Day. It's a simple and fairly short story about how she met her huzb. She sent him the link for Valentine's Day.

I know what you're wondering. What in the hey is my point?

My point, my lovelies, is that this girl (and many many others) needs some love. This is the third V-Day in their four years of marriage that he hasn't been home.

So, if you have a spare few minutes to peruse the site and leave a comment for her, please do.

Her story.

Thanks guys!


Sunday, February 10, 2013

#WIP - Drained - Episode 3: Mutants

I lost track of time this week and didn't get to sign up for the official WeWriWa. *Sigh*

I'm posting anyway, because I'm cool like that.


It was at that point that I was told -- sort of -- about just what (not who) my brother was.

A mutant.

Not just any mutant. A self-healing, can't die, won't really age, kind of mutant.

And, because the bullet he bit was made especially for mutants, he was a mutant full of bone eating worms.

Oh happy day.

After the initial shock wore off -- I won't bore you with just how long THAT took -- I discovered something even more disturbing.

I know what you're thinking: what could possibly be more disturbing than finding out that your brother is a mutant?


This is a story that I have been posting part by part on wattpad. You can read the first three parts here.

Have a great Sunday guys :)


Sunday, February 3, 2013

#WIP - Episode 2: Talk Like Everyone is Watching. Because They Are.

I was too tired to brain last night, so I'm posting these sentences almost 24 hours later than normal. I just keep telling myself, better late than never.

If you missed last week, which is the very start of the still untitled work-in-progress, you can find it here. This week builds off that.


Exsanguination. I let the word roll on my tongue and didn't like the taste of it at all.

I shook my head and turned to Gunnar and Dix, the two finely sculpted pieces of meat kept on hand for their general handiness.

"The Major reports that our lost Lieutenant is in one of those pine boxes." They were the first words I had spoken all day, and sounded funny coming from my mouth. They were only spoken because we were being watched, and I was obligated to maintain our secret.

"Bring him to my lab. I'll meet you there."


Exams are over! New classes begin on Tuesday! I don't know why I'm using exclamation marks! 

Enjoy the rest of your night!