brichibiwritesthings:

Like how I’m calling it a book now?  ^^

Anyhow, I’ve signed the contract, which makes this official.  This is going to be a published book this year  :)  

Here’s a bit of an interesting background which, when this book gets famous *fingers crossed* will probably make people laugh or disturb them.

This was a fanfic.

This was an unfinished alternate universe Naruto fanfic.  I’m sure the fic is still posted somewhere, too.  Naruto was a fox, Sasuke ended up taking him home, just… yeah.  The fic itself made it about five chapters, with some side chapters that were just for the characters to have smutty fun times.  

This story is completely different from the fic.  The fic wasn’t a detective novel at all.  The only thing I kept from the fic is the first line in the story, the birds, and one of the characters that I had made up myself, and even that character has changed in which he has a mother and father, not just a father, and a closer relationship to the pet he gets.  

So… yeah, it’s amazing what fanfiction can do, yeah?

Anyhow, the general synopsis of the book is this:  

Detective Alex Sampson is working on a case where an ex-rockstar was found dead in his condo.  The strange part is, the only sign of him being hurt is a small wound on his neck and a butterfly that was found at the scene of the crime.  It looks like the victim was poisoned, except butterflies aren’t poisonous, and this particular butterfly is supposed to be extinct.

It turns out that there’s prestigious auctions going on where the rich and glamorous bid on rare animals.  The animals actually have the ability to turn human and are more than willing to be obedient pets… so long as they’re treated kindly.  When they’re not, things tend to take a turn for the brutal and gruesome.  But as Alex gets closer to the truth, it’s harder to place blame on the quote, unquote, “killers.”  On the one hand, killing people is absolutely wrong, but on the other hand these animals were pushed to the point of lashing out.

So whose to blame?   

In this snippet I’m posting, Alex’s friend who works at the police station, Nicholas, has gotten into the auctions thanks to an ex-boyfriend who is part of that wealthy crowd.  He gets to take a dog home, and this scene shows exactly why you need to treat these animals with respect.

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Look guys, its a snippet from my book.  That’s right, my book!  It’s going to be a book!  And the back story of it’s creation reveals how much of a geek I really am  ^^;;;  don’t judge me Naruto was good once

brichibiwritesthings:

She wishes that she were one of those people who could say things

With meaning

She wishes that the words she spoke would touch someone, would brighten someone’s day

So she sits down and thinks of ways to construct her words

She crafts them together, like crayons to papers working with scissors and glue

The letters are put together to form the words she wishes to speak

With meaning

She opens her mouth and-

Too emotional

She frowns at the comment and tries to speak again-

Too angry

Her face falls along with the words, bits of glue and paper that hit the floor

Too something, too everything

So she remains silent, and her sad silence creates meaning, creates reasons for others to pick up her crayons and paper

But she still wishes, always wishes, that she could’ve been one of those people who could say things

With meaning

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Notes:  A little random writing in the morning before work, inspired by talking about Women’s Studies with bobitincandyland  Because sometimes, we want to say things, and get discouraged.  And it’s great that others are saying things, but it doesn’t stop us from wishing that we could speak the words they can.  

This isn’t mean to be sad, not really, we were just talking about Women’s Studies briefly and I remember being in college, taking classes, and there were two women in one of my classes who were my mother’s age, taking the class because they finally could.  They couldn’t speak up back then, and even if they can now, they wish they could’ve back then.

Who wants morning writings?  :)  Once upon a time I majored in Women’s Studies along with Creative Writing  ^^

Random:  Writing blog almost has 50 followers, yay!  Head on over for more writings like this and fandom writings!

brichibiwritesthings:

One thing I really like to do in stories is to have some geeky nods to stuff, but not by blatantly saying what that geeky thing is, but describing it.  This way, if readers get it they (hopefully) get a good laugh, and if readers don’t it doesn’t pull away from the story too much.  Also, I don’t like directly naming things, because I feel like it dates the story?  Like if I say, “he sat down and played Super Mario Brothers for the first time” you think, “It must be the 80s,” depending on which Mario it is of course.  Instead, I like to say, “he took control of a brave little plumber who could, with the touch of a flower, feel the fire between his fingertips,” or something like that. 

I’m working on some things for an anthology that I hope gets chosen that has a lot of this.  I like to call it, “How many fandoms can I name without directly naming them.”

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Story 1.  Troy thinks that, maybe — once upon a time — he thought that Aimee would grow out of this play at costuming.  

Cosplay she always corrects him with an exasperated sigh.  

It started too many years ago with Aimee making a thrown together costume of a girl who carried around a basket of flowers, only to be stabbed by some silver-haired jackass.  He’s misunderstood, Troy she had said and you would look great as the blond who fights him in the end.  

And being the good friend that he is, he had agreed.  At least the sword had been cool even if the hair made absolutely no sense.

Back then she had cared deeply about the negative comments about her skill and size, so much so that Troy perfected glaring at the mean-spirited folks they would run across.  And, like a good friend, he encouraged her to keep doing what she loved.

Had he known that he’d be dragged along for the ride… no, he thinks he would still encourage her… maybe.  

Now she dresses up as so many characters that sometimes he forgets what she actually looks like.  Of course, she’s come a long way since grabbing whatever she could at the local thrift store.  From the video game princesses who get kidnapped too many times to the colorful fairies who collect children’s teeth — ugh, why is Aimee so girly? — she’s put so much work into the costumes she makes that she has made a bit of a name for herself, a big name actually, one that allows her to do this for a living.  

It’s not her skills he protests to.  It’s the crowd that comes along with it.

Troy doesn’t like to brag — and actually, he never does — but he is pleasant to look at.  He likes to lift weights and likes his piercings, always keeping one in his nose and a couple of hoops in his ears.  He also likes his tattoos, both arms decorated in wisps of black ink that look like physical representations of the wind.  For some reason, his appearance never catches the eye of the right person.  It’s never the cute guy who approaches him at these… conventions… but the swarm of girls — some underaged — who want to, quote, “Oh Em Gee” hug him.  He’s also not a huge fan of the geeky world Aimee immerses herself in.  Sure, he’ll watch a movie with a hot guy who carries around a hammer from time to time, but hell if he knows the name of the team he’s a part of.

Story 2. There’s a look on Wally’s face, a mix of shock peppered with anger, as he looks over at Mitchel.  Mitchel deflects the look, not seeming to realize — or care — about his damning words of not worrying about the wi-fi situation.  Jayson sighs and lays back on the bed, cap falling off of his head and resting against the pillow.  He had borrowed it from Wally, not having been awake enough this morning to attempt to apply the necessary amount of hair-gel to get his hair slicked back in the way he likes it.  There’s a circular logo on it along with a company name.  He knows that Wally has explained it before — something about science and combustible lemons — but the details escape him at the moment.  He should probably try to remember, Wally likes it when he remembers gaming details and it’s much better than listening to the inevitable argument that’s about to start between the guy he use to play in the sandbox with twenty some years ago and the guy he likes to see naked.

“Wi-fi is important.  I told ya, when ya booked the trip, to make sure the place has wi-fi.”

“And that’s not important right now.  We’re on vacation.”

“Not import-… n-not important?!”

Something about portal guns, Jayson thinks, and a bitchy robot lady and cake.

I’m writing some things.  Random nonsensical geeky things.  That hopefully turn into things.  Also check out my writing blog thing.  Things!

brichibiwritesthings:

Going along with this post here (particularly the second part).  

Warnings:  GLBT, coming out

Inspiration:  I saw something that asked about the hardships people go through who are in the GLBT community.  There are two kinds of hardships, to me.  There’s the hate we always see, the slurs and bashing and whatnot, and then there’s the stuff that this piece is about.  Sometimes it’s the quieter words that are the most harmful.  A lot of times kids/teenagers are told that they’re “too young” to understand things when adolescence is, to me, the most judgmental time of a person’s life.  

There’s times when someone feels like they get it and they’re flat out told “no” if it doesn’t fit “the norm,” that they’re “too young” and “don’t get it,” which I think, in a way, is just as damaging as the blatant ”in your face” hate because people don’t realize how harmful it is, they think they’re doing something good in saying such things, and a lot of times… they’re not.  The worst part is that they honestly do mean well, you know?  Parents mean well, they want what’s best for their children, so they honestly do think that saying such things is not only o.k., but necessary.

So, here’s my pieces, for now.  It’s ongoing and just me putting words together, really, that I might put together into a thing later.  

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In which I have opinions and writings and things  ^^;;;  Remember to check out the blog full of writings and things  :)

Wrote two things over at my writing blog for prompts via Yeah Write!  I thought I would share them and pimp out my writing blog mwuhahahaha!

Too:  in which an insecure girl gets her first secure kiss

Red:  in which an insecure boy makes a change and gets a secure response

brichibiwritesthings:

1.  The thing about having it all is that, in reality, he doesn’t.

It’s an illusion, really, that other people see when they look at him.

For one thing, there’s no clear meaning as to what all even is, what constitutes it, and how one goes about obtaining it.  He gets the superficial meaning, of course — looks, money, popularity — but is that, really, all?  

Despite this, whatever all is, he’s fairly certain that he wants to keep it — or so he’s told by everyone around him.  Apparently, he’s lucky to have it all, so lucky, in fact, that they wish they had it, themselves.  Therefore, he’d be a fool to let it go.

So he keeps himself locked tightly in his closet, safe, where he can keep it all.

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2.   She wishes there was a handbook on who the one is and how to obtain such a person.  She hears her friends and family talking about it all the time, or rather, the female friends and family in her life.  What she knows so far is this: the one is someone she is destined to find, either by her own attempts or by sheer luck of the draw.  The one is someone she is supposed to desire, to the point of bettering herself to make herself appealing to the one.  

But most importantly, the one?  Male.  Definitely male.  

… right?

In which my morning drabble ramblings touch topics that are personal to me (particularly the second one for reasons)  May expand on these later?

brichibiwritesthings:

huntersseries:

So we just edited the story again and added some stuff, took out some stuff, did some general stuffs, and stuff.  Anyhow, in this snippet, Fagan, Alix, and Katalynne are trying to figure out things about the demons who are now in their basement and several things their old friend, Xaver, left behind before he was killed.

I wanted to post this part because it has a lot of dialogue between the group, so you get a feel for how they are around each other.  That and I really like writing Katalynne, like a lot, she’s like awesome secretary-chan and I love her to pieces.  This piece is pretty plot heavy, as important things are discovered.

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So Hunters: Seeking the Storyteller is the joint story my partner and I have been working on since, well… college.  Back then it was a roleplay we’d do with anime and video game characters, then at some point we realized that the likes of Gaara from Naruto wasn’t really Gaara anymore… 

And thus, this series was born  :)  

Other parts can be read here for those in the mood for urban supernatural full of demons that live in our world.  It takes place in Minneapolis/St. Paul, and actual places in the Twin Cities actually show up (we drive around a lot and map out where places are in the story).

No major warnings for the story, not the first book anyway.  And, of course, it’s just going to be little teasers, no full chapters or anything like that since we are working to get this published.  So far it’s on the, “one publisher is interested and one agent is interested, let’s see how this goes,” stage.  It’s already had some much needed edits thanks to the agent’s suggestions  :)

And reblogging to my normal blog because I can?  YOU SHOULD READ HUNTERS!  Urm… that is the extent of my advertising skills early in the morning… 

Check out the Hunters blog where the story bits will be posted:  Please notice me, senpai!

Check out my writing blog where all of my writings will be posted, not just Hunters:  You still haven’t noticed me, please notice me senpai!

huntersseries:

Sorry for not updating this in a while, we’re working hard on editing the story since there is both an agent and a publisher interested, so we’re trying to get it to its absolute best! 

Here’s a quick snippet via Katalynne Cove — Fagan’s lovely secretary — and a small explanation of what Hunters are (and some possible hints of an OTP?)  Takes place fairly early in the story?

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A bit more of Hunters:  Seeking the Storyteller.  I hope people are enjoying these snippets.  Remember, you can follow the blog for updates and information  :)

The Blog:  HERE!

huntersseries:

So, who is Mira exactly?  She’s been mentioned before.  She’s a key part to all of the stories in general since she is the daughter of the Storyteller.  With such a prestigious title, you’d think she be less chipper.  Unfortunately, for Cyn, that’s not the case at all.

Warnings:  Sunshine, rainbows, happiness, and a very bouncy fox. 

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More of the original story!  Seriously, original writings are probably going to take over my life for a bit  ^^;;;  I’m sure I’ll get back to headcanons soon enough, or that pop idol Naoto fic, but I gotta pimp out my original work if I’m going to land this whole writing thing!

If you actually want to keep track, check out the blog  :)

huntersseries:

One of the reasons why I love Cyn so much is because she’s sort of the resident cynical girl who lives in our world, so she knows the different mannerisms of humans that the demons don’t get — moreso than Alix and Fagan, who spend their days hunting.  So she’s the character who will get the geeky references to things that no one else will, as seen in the following snippet.

Note:  Katalynne hasn’t been properly introduced, just know that she’s Fagan’s awesome secretary who doesn’t get paid enough for what she has to deal with  ^^  Oh!  And this sort of introduces Mira, briefly?  She’ll get a proper introduction, I promise! 

Note behind a cut because it’s only a few paragraphs  :) 

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Everyone in the room - aside from Haven - stared at her fox like ears that jutted out from the sides of her head, her hair falling down her back.

Cyn was the first one to react.  “Great, so you have cat ears.  How is that supposed to tell us anything?”

“I am not a cat!”  

“You have cat ears-”

“I’m a fox!”  Mira hit the table lightly with her hand to make her point more clear but this only resulted in Cyn smirking in amusement.  For a moment it looked like she was going to yell again, but the girl took a deep breath and relaxed in her seat.

“I take it cat demons are different?”  Katalynne asked, moving her fingers across the tablet to pull up information.

“Wait, so cat girls are real?”  Cyn asked, sounding a bit scared.

“Of course they are,” Mira said, “But they’re kind of annoying.”

“You don’t know the half of it.”

Another really short snippet before I leave work.  I hope you guys are actually enjoying these  ^^;;;  And remember, you can follow the actual Hunters blog for more  :)