Swagger

I'm working on something new.  Something only 3 other people have seen only a small portion of so far.  But no one really knows where it's going.

I actually came up with this idea all on my own.  I'm very nervous.  If other people come up with ideas and they don't pan out, it's not my fault, because it was someone else's idea.  Right? 

But this idea...it's all mine.  I haven't even talked it over with anyone, trying to decide which direction it should go.  Part of me feels I should share as I go, so I can get feedback.  A bigger part of me feels I should just let the finished product be as it is.  Mine.

There's always editing.  This isn't written in stone, after all.

A friend and I were chatting, and we both agree:  Swagger is sexy.  Swagger is borne of confidence, that innate knowing that you are King (or Queen) of your domain.  It isn't opinion or conjecture or supposition - it's fact. 

I want to swagger.

Write about writing

"Write about writing" I was told, when I asked what I would do with a blog.  I know precious little about writing. 

I know that when the mood hits me, writing can be fun.

I know that I like hearing lovely words of praise.  (But, really - who doesn't?)

I know that I like getting constructive criticism to help me improve.

It started as...I don't know, not quite a joke, but a silly Facebook post from Marina that said "Zombie haiku. Feel free to join in."  The lightbulb flashed on, and I joined in.  That was the first 8 verses of the Zombie Haiku that's on here.  The next day, it was all I could think about.  So it got longer.

Then it was:
"We should all write Halloween stories!!  I'll post them on my blog!" from Jaye. 
"But Jaye, I wouldn't know what to write about."
"Write about cannibalistic faeries.  Make it a love story.  Oh, and it needs a duck."
A love story about cannibalistic faeries with a duck??  How the heck was that going to work?  Oh, wait....  and that became The Red Band. 

But, see, Marina and Jaye actually write.  Jaye is a published author, Marina has a collection of short stories for the Kindle.  For sale, not for free.  And people have purchased them!!  Who am I?  At the moment, I feel a little like a wannabe, riding their coattails. 

I am learning a few things as I go:
- that I like to have an idea kicking around in my head, waiting for the little bit of something to make it sing.
- that it feels pretty good when something comes together nicely.
- that I have a bit of a twisted mind when it comes to some things.
- that other authors are amazing people, not territorial like I think I was expecting.
- that sometimes, you need to write; it doesn't matter what else you try to do, nothing goes right until you do.

So it appears that I write less (much less) about the technical processes of writing, and more about my discoveries as I write.

I can live with that.

Zombie Haiku

Shuffling, moaning
This is taking forever
I wanna eat brains

I smell you hiding
I can’t wait to eat your brains
Dammit, where’s my foot?

The river runs red
The revolution begins!
The undead are here

They run for their lives
The trap ahead has been laid
Little do they know

Around the corner
With guns, chainsaws and knives
Silly, weak humans

Look at them cower
Little children in the night
This won’t hurt a bit

Oh, you are tasty!
Irish, with a hint of Thai?
Or is it Chinese?

Oh, I am so full
I can’t eat another bite
What is for dessert?

Thus starts Chapter Two
Full of misery and pain
Will the humans live?

A new day begins
The sun’s rays light the carnage
Of the night before

Bodies all around
Blood and guts and brains and goo
Littering the street

Survivors come out
Of their safe hiding places
In ones and in twos

Crying and confused
Looking around in a daze
What the hell happened?

We have to fight back
We must save our families
I don’t want to die!

The meeting is loud
Not a lot is getting done
No one can agree

Do we run away
Do we stay and kill them all
Who here has a gun

Finally, a plan
Move the children and old folks
Everyone else, fight

Night is coming soon
Say your goodbyes while you can
Tonight we fight back

Darkness has fallen
Moaning sounds are nearer now
The dead are hungry

A group of people
Fire bright against the dark
Will they live or die

It’s all they think of
The need to feast consumes them
They’re coming for you

They may not be fast
But there is no stopping them
They will hunt you down

Hear them shuffling
Dragging their feet on the ground
Running is futile

Everywhere you look
Everywhere you try to hide
You are not safe there

Your life is theirs now
Give up all your hopes and dreams
They no longer count

You can try to run
Tomorrow, you’ll be dinner
You cannot escape

Here come the live ones
Strong and proud and determined
With their eyes blazing

They carry weapons
Chainsaws, guns and machetes
Like those could stop us

We will have our feast
We cannot wait anymore!
Soon there will be blood

Fear is in their eyes
These silly, little humans
Why do they resist

This one is too scared
To put up much of a fight
She smells delicious

She struggles a bit
Blood moves faster in her veins
Oh, this will be good

Soft flesh of the neck
That tears apart so nicely
Fresh blood flows freely

Her struggles weaken
She collapses on the ground
Skin is in his teeth

He rips chunks of flesh
Off her now lifeless body
Others have her scent

The others have come
Clustered around her body
Fighting for the scraps

It’s time to move on
She has nothing left to give
Good thing there are more

Now the fear is real
And the humans start to run
They’ll die if they stay

The wave of zombies
Moves forward across the town
There are none left alive

Zombies multiply
Spreading across the country
Humans have no chance

A few hide away
Secret underground bunkers
But their time will come

Huddled together
They are few and far between
And we are hungry

We have caught your scent
You should come and play with us
We won’t hurt you…much

The Red Band

                “I cannot believe they stuck me with you, of all faeries!”  Fatina threw up her hands as she fluttered in the air.  “Even Arcus the Dunderhead would be better than you!”

                Nibale flew up to meet her.  “It’s not like I’m happy about this either!  Do you think I have nothing better to do than drag around a Papinae on this mission?  I hope you can keep up, because I will not be held accountable for your failures!”

                Both faeries hung suspended in air as they glared at each other.  The Grand High Faerie Council had decreed that a hunter from each tribe would be assigned the task of locating a rogue faerie who was ignoring the Age Restriction.

                A thousand years ago, the Council determined that if allowed to continue hunting unchecked, faeries would soon eat themselves out of existence.  Were younger faeries easier to catch?  Absolutely.  They weren’t old enough to have learned any survival tricks.  But they were also needed to continue the line; what would the faeries do when they ran out of food?  It was decreed that faeries could not hunt anyone under 7 seasons.

                But young faeries had recently gone missing.  And twice now, a nursemaid had been found dead in the woods.  As the guardians of young faeries, nursemaids were the only faeries who had lifetime protection from being hunted.  Due to the very long life cycle of faeries, nursemaid positions were extremely hard to come by.  Early on, it was suspected that someone wanted a position with the nursemaids.  But with the discovery of another missing youth, just yesterday, it was clear that there was a rogue faery, someone who didn’t follow the laws set by the Council.

                Eolin, a tiny faerie of the Pleinette tribe, spoke up.  “Can we put aside our differences for the search?  The sooner this is over, the sooner I don’t have to be near you two.  Let’s find the rogue faerie, turn him in for sentencing, and forget we ever had to spend time together.”

                “I can if she can,” Nibale jutted his head in Fatina’s direction.

                “Well, then, why are you two sitting there?  Let’s go to the site of the last find, already!” Fatina turned and flew off before the other two could respond.

They caught up with her just before Futinard Hill, where the last body had been found.  It was there still, waiting for the investigation to be completed. Then it would be donated to the young ones in the nursery.  It looked much like any other body after it had been fed on: crumpled on the ground, with some body parts in unnatural positions.  Normally, though, other faeries cleaned up after themselves, usually by donating the remains to the nursery.

                Eolin landed on the hill and started examining the body.  “Not much was eaten…what’s the point, then?  The organs are still here, thigh meat is still here – anyone see a finger?  He’s missing a finger.”

                “Maybe the attacker got scared off before he could finish,” Fatina suggested as she scanned the area. 

                “It’s obscene to attack a young one this way.  Has he no morals, that he would prey on one who cannot defend himself?”  Nibale returned from a search of the perimeter.  On his face was a look of disgust.

                “Maybe he was bored.  Or hungry.  Or unable to control himself.  Look – the young one’s band is missing and he’s older looking; maybe he didn’t know that this was a young one,” Fatina said.  Young ones were supposed to wear a red band around their arm to signify they were not yet to be considered huntable.  This young one’s arm was, indeed, missing its band.

                Eolin signaled to the guard that he could move the body.  “We’re not going to get anything else out of him.  At least he was found in time, so that we could still give him to the nursery.  Hopefully, this will be a lesson to the other young ones to leave their band on at all times.  Now, we should go interview our witness.”

                “Witness?  There was a witness?  Who is it?” Fatina asked.

                “Yes, Old Alice.  We better get there soon, before she goes to bed for the day.”  Old Alice slept most of every day, and she was the devil to try and wake up if you needed her for something. 

                The flight to Old Alice’s took them past a pond, where several ducks were gathered.  One of them was keening over the body of a dead duck, stretched out on the ground.  As the trio watched, others came and took her away, while his body was covered with brush and ferns.

                “Ugh!  Would you listen to that?  Like she never thought he would die??  That right there is why you never get attached to anyone.”  Eolin could barely contain her disgust over the public display below.

                “I think it’s kind of sweet,” both Nibale and Fatina said, almost in unison.  Surprised, they stared at each other for a few moments before Fatina went on.  “I would think that it’s very comforting, knowing you have someone to depend on.”

                “Someone to share your troubles with, someone to help you hunt, someone to help keep you from being hunted…”  Nibale added.

                “It’s weak and degrading!  Like the two of you!”  Obviously, Eolin wasn’t shy about sharing her feelings.

                As she flew off, Nibale and Fatina looked at each other.  “I never knew you felt that way.  I thought you were like all the rest: ‘Look at me!  I’m a man!  I don’t need anything else!’ ”

                “Well, it’s not something I advertise, but yeah, if the right faerie came along, I’d be OK with sharing a nest with her.  We should probably catch up with Eolin.”

                “Yeah, OK.”  But as they flew off, Fatina looked at Nibale a little differently.

                As they got closer to Old Alice’s nest, Fatina dropped behind.

 “What’s the holdup, slow poke?” Eolin had as much patience for others as she did compassion.

“I have a cramp in my wing.  I’ll be there in a few minutes.  Go on ahead!”  Fatina landed, so she could see to her wing.

“I’ll stay back with her, make sure she’s OK,” Nibale said.  “Get to Old Alice’s before she goes to bed; we’ll be there soon.”

                Eolin grunted and flew off; as she did, Nibale thought for sure that he heard something that sounded like ‘dead duck.’

                Nibale landed next to Fatina and offered to take a look at her wing.  After a thorough inspection, he said, “I can’t see anything wrong with it, but maybe we should walk for a while and give it a chance to rest.”

                “OK, sure.  Are you sure you don’t want to go on ahead?  I’ll be fine and catch up as soon as I can.  Really, you don’t need to wait for me.”  Fatina seemed worried that she was slowing Nibale down.

                “No, I don’t mind.  Eolin will probably do better talking to Old Alice without me there…she still hasn’t forgotten that time I ruined her nest trying to catch a stray ball all those years ago.  When I was going to be with the two of you, I thought I’d be safe, but I don’t think I want to risk it with only one bodyguard.”  Nibale grinned at her.

                As they walked along, they spoke of many subjects.  They found they both liked reading and campfires.  They had the same opinions when it came to how the Council was governing, but differing thoughts as to how someone should be elected to that position.    Time sped by as they walked and chatted and soon it was dusk.  They were nearly at Old Alice’s nest.

                “I wonder what’s going on up ahead?”  NIbale could see flickering lights as they neared the village.  As they rounded the bend, they saw about 15 faeries standing outside Old Alice’s.

                “There she is!  Get her!”  Eolin pointed dramatically at Fatina.  “Keep your eye on her!  She says her wing is hurt, but I bet it’s a scam!”

                “What?!  What is going on?!”  Fatina looked around frantically as faeries surrounded her.

                “Old Alice saw you, Fatina.  She saw you with the young one.  Game over.  Take her to the Council!”

                As the horde of people surrounding her ushered her towards the clearing where the Council had their meetings, Fatina desperately scanned the faces of the faeries surrounding her.  Her gaze landed on Nibale, who regarded her with a hurt expression.  She tried to reach out to him, but he pulled away from her.  The faeries around her parted, and she was left alone in the center of the clearing.

                “Fatina, you have been accused of hunting young ones.  There is a witness who saw you perform this crime.  How do you plead?”

                As Fatina took a moment to scan the faces of the Council and the others who had come to watch, she decided on her plan.  “I plead not guilty!  The witness in question is old and easily confused.  What proof other than her failing eyes can she give that would condemn me?”

                The Council Elder, Ratosh, looked to Old Alice.  “Well, mistress?  Have you any other proof?”

                “I do!  After she felled her prey, I saw her take the band of off his arm, fold it and put it in her pouch.  Check her pouch!  If the band is there, she is guilty!”

                “Fatina, please present your pouch to the Council at this time so that we may inspect its contents.”

                She had gambled - and lost.  There had not yet been an opportunity to remove the latest young one’s band to store with the others.  With her fruitless attempt at a defense shredded to pieces, all she could do was remove her pouch and hand it to Ratosh. 

                “It was an accident, the first one.  I didn’t know until it was too late!  The first bite – the meat was so tender and juicy and fresh!  After that, I can’t explain it – it was like an addiction – I couldn’t stop!!  I’ll get help, I promise!  Assign a guard to me, to keep it from happening again!  I’ll do anything you demand.”

                “All faeries know the penalty for hunting young ones.  We do not make exceptions for anyone.  Fatina, you are found to be guilty of the hunting of the young ones.”  Here, Ratosh held up the young one’s band for all to see.  “As set forth in the Age Restriction a thousand years ago, the punishment is death, the sentence to be carried out immediately. May your soul find the peace in the afterlife that it could not find here.”

                Trapped in the ring of advancing faeries, Fatina knew she had nowhere to go.  Then –

                “NOOOOOOOOO!  I cannot let you do this!!”  Nibale broke through the ring and ran to her.  He placed his hands on either side of her face and gazed at her. 

                Fatina looked into Nibale’s eyes – he had come to save her!  She heard him say “I could have loved you!”  The last thing she saw was a tear running down his face, just before he broke her neck.