The Giddy Delusions of Dreams

Remember last post, Passionate Guilt of a Writer, where I started off talking about Luminescence in the Darkness? Well started with a quote, which I am actually quite fond of.  

Seth Meyers (Image found using Google)

"Sorrow for what I did to a world I created before I delved to image it's beauty, but to preserve the planet would mean the story never happen." -Nekodra

Is that too egotistical to be proud of/attached to my own quotes? I also rather love:

"Our Milky Way Galaxy is but an atom of dust in an endless mansion, that in all of existence, has never been dusted." -Nekodra

“I am an Immortal Soul, locked in mortal skin, fearing I'll never be free again.”-Nekodra

Anyways, in Passionate Guilt of a Writer, I talked about how I am an idiot for not watching SNL actively till now? Well, I was going to start from the very beginning (which I have watched the first 5), but I am being a fan girl for Bill Hader and Seth Meyer (Seth has the most wonderful smile *Swoon*) and (Bill is so hilarious when doing game show hosts/suits are uber sexy, well he is sexy. Also Stefon is just adorable. Yes, I completely ship Stefon and Seth Meyers from weekend up >.> *cough* ) Also it was Bill Hader's birthday the other day and I am sure he won't see this but, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

So anyways, I am watching more recent episodes. I do plan to go back to the later years at some point. I want to also go through Jimmy Fallon's years, because enjoy Late night with Jimmy Fallon and the episode he hosted was good times. When people talk about Justin Beiber, I laugh because I will forever only ever see Jimmy Fallon's Justin impression. You know, Jimmy is pretty fine looking himself. I wouldn't mind a hug from those three, Jimmy, Bill, and Seth. And being Comedians, I bet they are fun so hang out with. But anyways, all episodes are good times (that I have seen), not every skit, but on the whole- Awesomesauce. I started watching an episode with Jim Carry the other night, loved that guy since I was a kid and I just remembered I never finished watching it. I had to go to bed, early alarm for work. I am sad the current season is over, but breaks are needed, totally understandable. I bare no ill will, just want to watch more. I have no new shows to watch till fall, everything I watch has ended. Though there are a few new summer shows that look promising.

Spoiler for Shows Warning:

Corbin Bernsen (Image from)

Psych:
T.T I am so worried for Henry! That was such an evil cliff hanger for the summer. I keep consoling myself that its Psych, they are not going to kill off a main character, right?! Right!?? And just because he is at filming, doesn't mean he is alive, because there are almost always flashbacks. And did you see the shirt Corbin Bernsen wore? Mean, taunting and mean. Lol. I know its to get hype and all that, and I know they end seasons like this to make sure you want to watch next season- BUT no, no you don't, those who love the show don't need a cliff hanger to want to watch next season. We already will want to, sure it makes us anticipate it, but still. I love the show don't get me wrong, just worried for Henry. I have my top favorite crush characters Shawn and Lassie, and then I have my top favorite Boss character which is Henry. I believe I mentioned this before in Shadows of Unwavering Blue, I think he is a wonderful father. Him and Lucien LaCroix from Forever Knight are the best fathers.

Doctor Who:
It wasn't long ago that over twitter Karen announced that our wonderful Amy and Rory Pond filmed their last episode. I am sure when it airs I will ball my eyes out. I am also super curious about the new companion, I saw her in the Titanic mini series that aired this last April, and she seems like a lot of fun and a perfect fit for a Doctor Companion. I am torn between wanting to see this new companion, but not, because seeing the new companion means we have lost Amy and Rory. Makes me tear up thinking about it.

Red Dwarf X:
I remember reading somewhere that while it would be ready to air this summer, of course it won't actually air till fall. *table flip* But I am eager to see it, from all the spoiler free reviews on those who got to see the filming. I hear its going to be great and still very classic Red Dwarf style. Yay! Arnold J. Rimmer, can't wait to see him again. I may have to go re-watch it on Netflix again this summer before it airs.

Vampire Diaries:
I finally watched the season finale the other day. I nearly had a heart attack when for a moment, no more then once they made it seem liked Damon was going to die. I also nearly cried because he was going to die alone because Elena chose the other brother. But you know what, she can have him, that means Damon is free for the taking. ^_~

Bill Hader as Stefon and Seth Meyers on SNL

End of Spoilers.

Side note on SNL:
You know you've watched too much SNL when you began writing various monologue ideas for various possible scenarios of how/why your getting the amazing chance to host SNL.

(Quick edit: Did I mention I also wrote a skit idea that made fun of my own stories? >.> )

My Book Projects:

Bill Hader as Stefon on SNL

I also started working on a movie script idea for a Vampire Romantic Comedy with my dream cast staring, Bill Hader, Seth Meyers, and David Tenannt (As Vampires of course). Then also Timothy Omundson (not as a vampire only because there needs to be some humans). Still only the very bare bones of plot ideas, so there aren't many characters, yet. There is also the lead lady, who I will foolish dream about playing but I know it won't happen, hence the more minor character that will be involved enough to get a scene or two with each dream cast male actor >.> *cough* But as gun-ho as I feel about it; because it feels like being on the set with those guys would be so fun and I would finally have gotten a chance to be on a movie set, but I must be realistic in my dreaming.

WOVaN is priority one, because I want to publish it first. I also want to get Modern Magic book 1 flushed out enough to seek a professional editor. So the Vampire Romantic Comedy will be very side project, but I need to research writing scripts. So if anyone has any good tips about writing scripts, toss them my way if you have a moment. It seems like it would be easier to write scripts, because its not full detailed writing like a book, but that will probably actually be harder for me and I still need to find out how they are formatted.

Back to WOVaN:
 Is coming along wonderfully! I almost have Vol. 1 ready to seek a professional editor. All but two stories are complete, and those that are complete are also as flush out as I can probably get them. Then the two stories that are left, still need an ending. >.< but what is written is pretty/mostly flushed out. So once I can think of an ending, I think its time to hunt for a professional editor. The cover has been commissioned, but I haven't gotten a rough sketch yet to approve, but I am patiently and eagerly waiting. Its being done by my awesomely talented friend, Miha, her DeviantArt. I did however sketched what will be, I guess the best description is icon for the series. A stylized version of the titled. I think its boss if I do say so myself. Once I get my new laptop and can flush it out more on the computer, I will show it off. I also have a few stories started and roughly written for WOVaN Vol. 2.

(Little edit: A few hours after this post was initial made, I finished up those two stories. Yay! So if anyone has advise on finding an editor, I am all ears. I have just never done this before and I will admit, I am really nervous. But, I must grow skin like stone and see how this turns out- once I find an editor of course.)

I know I haven't posted a short story in a few posts. Bad blogger, bad! I know its a pathetic excuse, but I have been so focused on my current projects that its hard to pull my mind away and write something completely random, but for you, My Dear Readers, I will try. This is going to be something completely off the top of my head, free writing, lets see if I will let myself post if after seeing what happens:

For Evergreen
by Nekodra K.D. LaCroix

She stared out the water beaten window out at the evergreen trees, the amply source nickname of the state. Evergreen they are, and they have the house surrounded and isolated. The rhythm of the relentless rain was reassuring, relaxing, and for a moment she closed her eyes and let the heavy pounding of the sound carry her away down a calming river blanket of warmth. Nothing else existed but that sound and meditated silence of the world. A clap of thunder and everything swirled downwards, an interrupting sound, breaking her trance. Not that she had anything wrong against a good thunderstorm, it was just unexpected. She looked out at the trees again, baby birds just learning to fly fluttered from branch to branch with frenzied excitement, or trying to find a branch to shelter from the rain.

"Have you come to a decision yet?" He came from the front room, his golden eyes blazed in hunger. The door banged loudly against the wall, surely leaving yet another mark on the scarred wall. He growled like the wolf he was, cornering his prey.

"I already give you my answer." She stubbornly continued watching the green dance in the wind, taking it the hundred of subtle shades from bright lime to deep forest and everything in-between.

"And I am giving you a chance to be the smart girl I am beginning to think doesn't exist." He stomped almost comically like a drama queen, but he was a guy who is nothing but serious and cold.

"I guess you were mistaken." She knew those words would begin today's list of regrets, but she was reaching the point of no return. The break in her sanity people jokingly believed she reached years ago.

His hand gripped his chin, forcing her to look at him. Claws digging wounds into her cheek, which tried to rapidly heal themselves but the freshly populated skin cells found themselves blocked by the hard cold talons. The skin protested and cried in panic and that hurt worse then the initial tear and he knew it.

"Haven't you realized its hopeless? He never cared about you, if he did, he would have taken you with him."

"He assumed you'd follow him, rather then be petty by going for me. But, I guess he never calculated your stupidity."

"Whats that suppose to mean?!" He tossed her face away with a disgusted, causing her to hit the window with a sickening crack, spider rivets snaked out from the center of impact along the once smooth surface of the glass, but she hid the relief of her wounds now able to heal.

"If you had taken a moment to actually think, you would have followed him and do you want to know why?" She smirked in a taunting sing-song voice, pausing for his answer.

Uncrossing his arms, he pulled back his hand to slap her across the face. The sound echoed in the small cement room, "Stop with you condescending tone and tell me!"

"Then you could have caught up with him and dueled him on a more even playing field-"

She didn't flinched as her face suddenly splattered in his dark cold blood, a silver stake protruding from his chest, only inches from her face.

"Sweetheart, be careful, don't let any of that get in your mouth." Peering out from behind the shocked dying form before her.

"-You see, he never actually left town, in fact he was counting on you being petty. Ironically to stab you in the back." Carefully wiping blood away from her mouth.

He choked, mouth flapping open and close, unable to form any words, but he had clearly understood hers by the angered shock, the murder in his eyes, they then rolled up, as he crumpled to the floor with a last spasm before stiffening in death.
(The end)

Actually wow, interesting. I actually kind of like it. It actually- I caught myself off guard when it crossed my mind to have the blood suddenly splatter across her face. I hope that made up for the lack of short stories I posted.

Aright, I think that is it for the blog today. I am off to work of WOVaN and Luminescence in the Darkness. Please while feeling free to share this with friends, I did write this story, quite literally in 30 minutes, so remember it was written by me. Thank you. Enjoy!

If you want to read more short stories:
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~Nekodra K.D. LaCroix
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I am not Completely Ms. Fluffy Vampires

Forward

Alright, like I said yesterday, I cannot keep up with this Fluffy Vampire-ness, because as much as I can and do romanticize Vampires, that is not always the case. I cannot become know as Ms. Fluffy Vampires. I refuse, I may have a soft side, but I am a Horror fan and I need to indulge that side every now and again. This isn't as graphic as I could have written it, believe me the depths my mind sank to when creating this story, makes me shiver a little, but I didn't want to do too far down the Horror Rabbit Hole just yet, because honestly. <.<;; I have no idea who is reading this and I don't want to scare any young readers who may find this. Plus, well I don't know who would enjoy reading that, so I kept it a little tame. But that being said, there is blood and there is death. So if you are a major softy, and squeamish when it comes to blood, as example Mr. Burton 'Gus' Guster from Psych who was frozen after Shawn accidentally squirted blood at him (hilarious scene by the way, from the episode 'This Episode Sucks' current season which is 6 of Psych. I can only image what fun they may have had to probably try and get Dule' Hill to move or something, I wish they showed us bloopers from that scene.) this may not be the story for you. Just saying, and just warning. Death, Blood, Horror, Implied Rape. Only implied, don't worry. Like I said, regardless of what my mind came up with, I did keep it tame.

Why so Random, Hell?

By Nekodra K.D. LaCroix

He rushed forward, slamming the man against the wall, a sickening crack could be heard as the young man’s head collided with the worn brick wall of the run down and forgotten theatre. The assailer inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of the man’s blood that started trickling down the back of his neck from the fresh and throbbing wound.  Pleasure filled his being at the scent and thoughts to come.

            The young man, Ric, head lulled, his vision swimming before him, seeing three, four, five versions of his attacker drifting in and out in front him; like a swarm of identical ghosts weaving in and out of each other as they sneered at him. The Demons eerie red eyes, tripled before him and he felt a wave of nausea wash up from his stomach and into his throat, where it stayed; no ones eyes should glow like that, and who grins like that? Only a psycho, only a killer, a serial killer would grin in such a predatorily way. Only something that wasn't human.

            The hand on his neck tightened and his head was wrenched to the side, exposing his jugular to the demon before him. Ric could feel his cold breath on his neck, as he leaned down, those large abnormal sharpened teeth grazed his neck, small bubbles of blood welled up from the scraps. It stung, like paper cuts always do, for such a small wound it was like salt had been tossed on for added torture.

The demon chuckled deeply at the sharp intake from the man below him, the tensing of his body when he thought it was the end for him, no he was going to have fun with his first. His hand which gripped Ric’s shoulder to hold him in place, tightened, slowly, agonizingly, as his nails slowly tore through his shirt and into his skin, blood seeping out around his fingers which he left in place, the blood flowing out and around them, the pitter patter of the blood as it slipped down his arm, around his hand and off his finger tips to the dusty ground below. It wasn’t long before a good sized puddle gathered itself with partials of dust and dirt swirled in the ripples with each new collection of blood fell.

Ric gritted his teeth, trying to refuse the satisfaction of the demon hearing him scream, but when he twisted his fingers, tearing then wound open more increasing that rhythm of each new drop of blood to join in the puddle, one slipped from his throat, one that wasn’t so manly and he wasn’t proud of, but that was the least of his worries.

Out of no where, someone else swam in his vision, no,no, run! But the words won’t leave his lips, they hitched in his throat as another scream tore in front as the Demon twisted his fingers again before pulling them away and licking the blood that clung to his unnaturally sharp talons and moon pale fingers, the words sat in his throat lost and right next the need to vomit, which mingled where his breath barely squeaked by it all with the Demons hand squeezing tight enough to be uncomfortable and just loose enough to keep him semi-conscious.

“Let him go, please, I beg you, let him go!” She beat fruitlessly against the demon’s back; all fear of him was overpowered by her worry for the survival of Ric, her 6 year long boyfriend, her love, and who she was sure had been hiding a ring in his coat pocket for the last week of which he keep playing with, toying with, as he tried to keep the courage to pull it out of that pocket, but hadn’t gotten there yet.  He would, given the time, but it seems his time was running out.

The demon chuckled again, almost a cackle. He turned his head to look at the young women, Marline, with his still bloody hand it lashed out and took her by the throat.

Clawing, tearing, her feet tangled as he picked her up off the ground, and grinned, wide with bloody lips and crimson stained teeth. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.” He licked his lips, hungrily, greedily as perverse thoughts swam in his mind.  The fun I can have with her.

Marline’s eyes widened, she had never seen a expression like that on anyone’s face, but she was sure what it meant, and she struggled with all her strength, with no success.

It was that look, that Ric saw in the Demons eyes, that gave him new strength, “Don’t you dare touch her, you filthy-“ Snap, such a simple sound, but it echoed off the dang moldy walls and high ceilings. Those resounding snaps, that bounced back, continued when they stopped. Ric’s body went limp, eyes wide and mouth opened in anger and rage the word still lingering on his lips without a sound and Marline watched in horror as the Demon tore into his throat, messy, savagely like a animal who hadn’t eaten in weeks and knows it could be weeks before another meal. For as animistic as he fed, not another single drop joined the puddle at his feet.

Once done, he released the body and it fell with a hollow thud and puff of dust that jumped unexpecting the body and rushed to stay away, causing Marline to cough with teary eyes, still transfixed on the empty shell of a body, refusing to acknowledge what happened and denying what was going to happen. She felt hands roam her body in places they didn’t belong, but she was numb, she was behind a glass barrier aware of what was to come and what was happening, but as much as it touched her, hurt her, she didn’t feel a thing.

Until she was wrenched back to reality by a hand shoved deep where it shouldn’t be and tearing from talons that were covered in Ric’s blood and now her own, and she concluded she must have died long ago, because that only place something this bad, this painful could happen, had to be some form of Hell; there was no way she was on Earth anymore. 

(end)

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Afterword

I feel a little at war with myself, between my Fluffy and my Horror. But also, this isn't the initial story I came up with when debating what to write with horror in mind. I have another story I started, or more have down what I want to happen and now I just have to figure out how to write it. Once I realized that story wasn't going to be finished tonight, I opened a new document, and typed the first thing to come to mind, which ended up being someone's head getting smashed into a brick wall. Ouch. >.< It makes me head hurt thinking about it, and the story fell together from there. Just completely free written, no real story, no direction, just something scarey unfolding across the screen. I feel a little better now, Mr. Horror side has calmed a bit, and Ms. Fluffy is wanting to watch a bit of Psych to laugh and not think about what just happened, and instead have romanticized thoughts of Shawn and a midnight 'snack' >.< I worry about myself sometimes, but hey. ^_^ Its all good, but as much as I want to watch Psych, which I should squeeze in one episode, but I have been re-watching Red-Dwarf all day...well all day since I got up, which I won't say when, but just that my sleeping schedule is all wonky since I don't have a job and I don't have anything that I need to get up to do, and leave it at that.

I hope I haven't scared away any of the few readers I may have. Not all stories will be like this, don't worry. Ms. Fluffy will appear again, but do let me know if you don't mind Mr. Horror, in which case I can let him out of his cage more often. ^_^;;  'Kay?

So the side notes and then its back to Red Dwarf and Psych Fanfics:

   -Follow me on Twitter, because I will tweet every time I post on my blog and I will post a link.  Nekodra's Twitter and remember Sharing is Caring, retweet to your friends if they might enjoy this.

         -Have fun and toss me writing prompt, I would love the practice. I will credit you for tossing the prompt when I post the resulting story.

         -If you have never seen Psych, and you love comedies or crime shows, I highly recommend it! You will laugh so much. Psych airs Wednesday on USA.  

         -Also if you have never seen Red Dwarf its a great British Sci-fi comedy, and a new season after many years with air September 2012 Red Dwarf X.

        - Please remember feedback, I can’t grow as a writer from silence.

        -Also remember unless stated otherwise, these stories and drawings belong to me, I wrote/drew them, please respect that.

                                             ~Nekodra K.D. LaCroix