Shadow Shifts in Sight

Woot!! I think I've found my story. Of course I missed half the month getting here so I realize I may not reach any sort of writing goal, but I think just participating will be good enough for me. I guess I should set some sort of lesser word count goal to pace myself... maybe 30k words?

So I've got a terrible feeling that I'm not going to finish my NaNo this year. I was about 10k words into my first attempt when I decided I didn't like it and scraped it for a different story idea. My second story attempt only lasted for about 2k words and now I'm really struggling to get started on my third run. I don't have time for a fourth restart so I really have to get it right this time so I've been delaying fretting over wether what I want to do it story worthy.

Figured I should really start thinking about my NaNo a bit. i think they had some meet and greet thing for my area this weekend but I really didn't feel like driving to Dallas. I know I know too lazy.

Questions stolen from feigned_living 

01She slips in and out of the press of the people. She looks to be totally at home and happy in such a vibrant environment, but in reality forcing herself to attempt to feel alive angers her greatly.
02She tears up the money and throws away the wallet she has no need for the money, and it's a great chance for her to give in to her vicious tendencies.
03She grabs the guy as he tries to get in and hauls him off somewhere private to have a "chat".
04Smiles sweetly as she bites her lip and allows a few drops of blood to dribble into the collection bucket.
05She taunts them into shooting.
06Screams in frustration at her end.
07Goes over and joins the party. There must be some sort of decent prey there.
08She would go back in time to try to turn the prophet before he was assassinated.
09She expects to be noticed. If she isn't noticed the night is going to turn even more ugly for someone.
10She climbs in the trunk and hopes that someone eventually comes along to tow the car to someplace more agreeable to her.
11Someone is going to die.
12She puts it back in the nest.
13She frames one of her brothers or sisters.
14Orders one of the household servants to get rid of it.
15Her laptop is going to get thrown through a wall.
16Smile, wipe off the mess, kill them.
17If it was one of her siblings she would be depressed until they recovered. Everyone else is nothing to her.
18Her jacket was a gift from Mordecai before the rise of the Brotherhood. It is entirely irreplaceable. No one would be safe around her for sometime.
19Ignore it if possible.
20she would invite them in for a drink.
21They would no longer really be the same person so I cannot answer this question.
22She can't swim and the intense cold would slow her down. Though she wouldn't drown the panic and irrational fear that would overtake her would likely result in her entering a period of hibernation.
23Challenge her accuser to a duel.
24In life there is ultimately only one cause that matters... all hail the pure egoist who can sacrifice all to their own cause.
25Physical combat is something she really enjoys its almost a sexual experience for her. Therefore, she would draw it out as long as possible so long as she felt assured she would win.
26There are not enough blind followers of the Brotherhood in existence to stop her from carving a path of bloody murder to free one of her siblings.
27Curiosity would make her look to see if the date it showed was of her first death or the death which still awaited her.
28Instantly on the defensive, but if others are about she has to make sure its not obvious to them.
29Duh, cheat!!
30She never approved of his continued existence in this world anyway.
31Continue running cursing silently to herself.
32Laughs with apparent true mirth. So the gods really DO answer prayers
33Sit down and talk with them. Try to steal them and take them home if possible
34Me first sorry buddy.
35She covers her face and attempts to roll to land back first.
36Lets them in. The house is usually painfully empty these days anyway.
37 She turns on some symphonic metal really loud hoping to drown out the source of the infernal noise.
38All her pets eventually die. While she sometimes gets a little sad she has given up feeling true attachment to them.
39She gets out of the valley as quickly as possible.
40The dawn will bring her annihilation anyway and if anything she desperately desires to live so she jumps without hesitation.
41Vanilla sugar cone
42Their former lover was a cheater. He's getting what he has coming to him.

I know I just started writing it, but I need some time and space away from Three of Swords for a bit. Things in my life are a bit confusing right now. Gimme another couple weeks and I'm sure I'll begin posting Three of Swords stuff again. In other news I'm going to be posting friend locked posts hopefully daily as long as I am in town on that particular day. If you want to read my posts just send me a message I'll be gald to add you to my friends.

I looked up and saw Orion tonight... the first time since I have returned to my homeland.

Hello starshine, may peace and happiness follow you all of your days.
To the phoenix: may your external joy ever be mirrored internal.
To she who possesses: know that you will always own a part of me... should you ever call I will be there.
To the last and perhaps first: You have been many things over the years, a sister, a conscience, and the best friend I could hope for.
When the Hunter is on high remember me.

    

            I passed out at least three more times during the drive. It was not Firefly’s fault, she really tried to keep me awake through the whole trip, but I honestly was not trying to keep myself awake. I was tired, and if I was conscious the world would just spin and spin no matter how hard I squeezed my eyes shut. Every time I would drift off she would start shaking me like a rag doll and hissing pleadingly in my ear to stay awake. Needless to say it was a pretty shitty ride.

        

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   Possibly a scene from my NaNoWriMo project. we'll see once November gets here I guess :P It was inspired by all_unwritten maybe I'll start writing to more of their promts... who knows?

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Sasuke - INTP - The Architect Rational (The Thinker)
INTPs live in the world of theoretical possibilities. They see everything in terms of how it could be improved, or what it could be turned into. They typically are so strongly driven to turn problems into logical explanations, that they live much of their lives within their own heads, and may not place as much importance or value on the external world. INTPs value knowledge above all else. INTPs do not like to lead or control people. They have hardly any desire to direct the activities of others. Only when forced to by circumstance do they allow themselves to take charge of activities, and they exit the role as soon as they can without injuring the enterprise.The INTP is likely to be very shy when it comes to meeting new people. On the other hand, the INTP is very self-confident and gregarious around people they know well, or when discussing theories which they fully understand. If the INTP is not able to find a place for themselves which supports the use of their strongest abilities, they may become generally negative and cynical.

    From time to time I will write short pieces to flesh out the baackgroup of the story. This is the first of a three(maybe four) part series. Chapter 3 should be up sometime early this week.

    

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God for a day eh? Sadly my answers would probablyy change drastically depending on which day this occured to me. Thus it is a good thing I'm not god. Guess I'll give a good day(rational day) example and a bad day(emotional day) example.

Good Day
1. I would eliminate any government or special interest group that allowed people to not be personally responsible for themselves. At the same time removing the human urge to help people who are not helping themselves to prevent the formation of such groups occuring again.
2. I would clean up the environment and restock all the natural resources. Hopefully with mankinds current knowledge and their new found self reliance(see one) it will take them alittle longer to completely ravish and poison the earth.
3. I would stop the childish game setup by my predecessor where I prentend that though I am omniscient and thus know everything you are going to do in your life I am in no way responsible for humans dying and burning in hell for eternity. This would likely require the elimination of Hell.

Bad Day
1. I would selectively eliminate 60% of the population.
2. I would eliminate electricity
3. I would set myself up as Emperor of Mankind.

Health care is a privledge. We each have a responsibility for ourselves in this life and nothing more. You can choose to extend yourself to be responsible for another human, but that is your choice, and we all need to own responisbility for our own actions.

            Firefly adjusted her featureless black mask again as she paced back and forth across the small clearing. She had not had an official reason to wear it since her elevation to initiate, where it had been given to her, almost a year ago on her sixteenth birthday. She smoothed and tugged at her black initiate’s robe nervously. Misery had only said to be masked, she was afraid that perhaps she should not have worn her full uniform. It seemed the team had been too long in returning and her thoughts were spiraling out of control from bad to worse. She stifled a small gasp when she heard someone crashing through the underbrush at a run. Torn between fear and excitement she froze near dead center of the clearing. She strained to see into the darkened woods to discern what approached, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. In seconds Spite broke free into the clearing breathing hard… alone.

       

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The thin mousy girl in her mid teens never glanced my way as I approached, in fact she didn’t move at all; she merely began speaking in low tones when I drew close enough to hear. “The wife and daughter as well as the pig are all home. The last of the house lights went off two hours and,” she glanced at her watch, “forty seven minutes ago”.

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... is she speaking to me?

I'm so inspired right now by all the awesome web authors on the net these days, but it's kinda intimidating. I mean they are like so freaking good!! But I figured what the hell maybe someone will read what I have to say :P So that's why I've started this LJ... guess we'll see what comes of it. My tenative update shedule is one chapter a week. Cheers!