“Let’s meet up here at the end of the day shall we?” Galen said, waving. Continue reading “Surge of the Soul Eater – Episode 11”
“It will be a day or two for them to finish their investigation,” Galen said, hanging up the phone. “Then I can come and collect whatever remains they said.” Continue reading “Surge of the Soul Eater – Episode 10”
The keening the brood emitted this time wasn’t the eerie haunting sound as the times before. It was urgent, hungry, and desperate. With their true master at the helm they had direct purpose. Peccant’s movements weren’t rushed but they were swift and confident. Thomas hurried out the door to follow them, but lost Peccant in the waves of the brood. There have never been so many. Rhae pointed Lisha out up on the rooftops running. Not far behind Peccant pursued in slow, long strides. He drew a long sword from his walking stick, casting the sheath aside. Continue reading “Surge of the Soul Eater – Episode 9”
He should be tired. How was he not tired? That’s how it usually worked for guys, wasn’t it? They have sex and pass out. Thomas didn’t know a woman who didn’t complain about the habit. Yet here he was, down in the basement buzzing with energy. As much as he wanted to stay next to Rhae, he couldn’t. He had to come down here if she was to get any rest. Continue reading “Surge of the Soul Eater – Episode 8”
“He lives,” Nessa said. She tried to make her voice ominous and dreadful, but failed. Joy threaded every note and fiber of that voice and face of hers. Continue reading “Surge of the Soul Eater – Episode 7”
I’ve allowed the characters to drive the story in Episode 6 to some extent. It’s not really a bad thing because it means that I was in the zone and going with the flow while writing despite having an outline. The challenge I have now is that I have a budding romance I didn’t originally plan for on my hands.
This left me with deciding whether to allow it flow as is and potentially derail the outline, squish this plot bunny completely, or somehow figure out how to shape it into the main plot as a subplot. I put a ton of effort into this outline and I refuse to derail it. Let me just say the plot bunny won’t be squished. It keeps hoping back in. So now I’m left with shaping it into a subplot. Which is fine given how this is the “origin story” for Thomas and Rhae if we were to borrow a phrase from the comic book fans. In the short stories where they’re technically already established, they are a pair. In retrospect, I should have planned this in the outline. At least the characters haven’t forgotten who they are, so this is a good thing.
Needless to say Episode 7 is coming out slow. Day 8 only produced 800 that got rewritten many times during the day. I know I broke the rules. The inner critic was so loud that day, I almost didn’t write at all. Day 9 was better with 1508 words and far less revision – mostly just making stupid lines less stupid. Today is Day 10 and I hope to finish the episode but I can’t make any promises. I need to figure out how to resolve the awkwardness (or not, because these two just… ugh!) and then transition to the next episode.
Thomas stepped outside onto the porch to meet Lisha in the dooryard. It appeared as though she had walked here. Quite the walk from town in either direction on this road, but she didn’t seem to be bothered by it. Dressed in a pair of hiking boots, a sturdy jeans, and a light sweater she looked ready to hike a few more miles. Continue reading “Surge of the Soul Eater – Episode 6”
Celeste offered to let Thomas and Rhae live at her place, but they declined. It was simply too much for him right now. There were too many questions and he had too much to think about. In way he felt as though his mother wanted to shelter him and let him forget it all if that’s what he wished. And wish it he did. A part of him did wish in the deepest core of his heart to run away and forget it all. Yet something called to him the way flames beckon moths. He had pieces of something that only partially fit and it would seem that his family was a part of it all for some reason. Continue reading “Surge of the Soul Eater – Episode 5”
Galen’s truck ambled along in the dark as he drove out of town. Due to his height it had been modified to accommodate his limitations. The gas and brakes were controlled by hand much like one would for a motorcycle. Thomas felt it was somewhat complicated with a wheel for steering, but at least cruise control simplified things. It was only a fifteen minute drive going the speed limit, but it felt like forever to him. No one spoke as they drove by the numerous trees. Thomas welcomed the change from the endless hot dirt and rocks. After a few more turns, Lynnette’s farm style house came into view. Continue reading “Surge of the Soul Eater – Episode 4”
It was high noon before they finally found the pile of dry brush that Thomas hid his motorcycle in. Thomas was tired and by then his mood had grown darker than Rhae’s typically was. He ripped the brush free from his motorcycle with grunts and growls until sweat dripped from his hairline. Panting, he rolled the motorcycle out to the dirt road and dropped the kickstand. Rolling her eyes, Rhae found herself a large rock to sit on while he tinkered with knobs and switches on the bike he had modified it with. Various lights flickered to life throughout the machine. It was going to be awhile before they got home. The heat from the sun and the rock had almost lulled her to a comfortable sleep while she waited.