Monday, June 6, 2011

30 Days of Creativity Day 6 - Argyle: A Haiku

30 Days of Creativity

Diamond line pattern
Preppie or retro throwback
Argyle sweater

Friday, June 3, 2011

The New Suit: 30 Days of Creativity Day 3 - Chrome

30 Days of Creativity

The artificial lights glinted off the shiny unused armor. The flawless surface reflected distorted images on every surface and it made Alex squirm. He looked down at his own rusted and worn armor, scraped at a patch on his chest, and frowned.

"I feel sorry for these newbies," he muttered.

"They don't know any better, Alex," Bree startled him.

Alex didn't flinch, but he turned quickly. "It's not like they're going to be using it very long anyway. You know the survival rate out there."

Bree brushed a loose strand of amber hair from her face. "But some of them will, and this will help them make it. They're not all as experienced as you are. Their training won't prepare them for the crags. That's why they need us to teach them. That's why they need you to be a leader."

Alex nodded. "But I'm not their leader. Remember? They gave that job to Jack."

She stepped closer and tapped on his armored chest. "But they look up to you. Whether you like it or not, you're a leader."

"Give me my own tried and true armor any day. That new shiny stuff hasn't been tested."

"It's supposed to be much stronger and lighter than the carbon weave. Some new allow that is more flexible but harder under extreme pressures and impacts."

Alex shook his head. "It just looks like old fashioned chrome to me. I don't-"

The alarm sounded and red lights began flashing down the hallway.

They both shoved on their helmets and Alex adjusted a fitting on Bree's shoulder. "It looks like they'll get a chance to test it sooner than we thought," he said, patting her on the shoulder.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Responsibility - A Haiku

Words are coming slow
Day job impedes writing time
Responsible me

Friday, April 9, 2010

Payback

She touched her swollen cheek and winced. Looking in the mirror was difficult, not just because of the marks that John had left on her face, but also because she had lost respect for herself. She was becoming convinced of the things that he would tell her, that she was worthless, that she was not deserving of love. That was all going to change.

Karen pulled her coat tight and held her purse close as she climbed the steps to the building's front doors. She rode the elevator with several other people, but she was all alone when it reached the sixth floor. She exited there and found the receptionist, who recognized her from the office party.

"Oh, hello!" she greeted. "Should I tell John you're here?"

"No. Thank you," replied Karen. "I'd like to surprise him."

As she stepped past the front desk, she reached into her purse and gripped the handle of the gun with a steady hand.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

A Change in Fortune

Frank sat alone at the table, staring into his beer. Another depressing country song was blaring on the jukebox, eliminating any morale he might have had left from when he had entered the restaurant. The few other people in the bar were only slightly less dejected, but they were with other people, and they might have had at least one thing going right in their lives.

He was still stunned from his long day. It was hard to imagine so many horrible things to happen all at once, but to come to work to find out you were being laid off, only to come home to a house left empty save the note that his wife left on the kitchen counter telling him that she was leaving. There was not much left to go wrong.

"Is anyone else sitting here?" a man said. Frank looked up from his glass to see an ordinary-looking middle aged man smiling at him. Frank shook his head and the man sat across from him. "You look like you could use some cheering up. What if I told you I know exactly what you're going through?"

Frank perked up a little.

"If you want to make a difference in your life and the lives of others, I've got an opportunity for you."

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

The Stones of the Ages

Elain sprinted to the tomb marked with the bent triangle and threw his shoulder into the stone doors. They stood firm. He tried pulling on them with a similar result. After a few more moments of fruitless effort, he slumped against them. Was it all for nothing? He stood there and stared at the intricate carvings on the doors, elaborate designs and swirling patterns that covered the doors entirely. They all seemed to be moving, but the dominate mark was still the spinning pyramid, which he gently touched. The doors swung inward silently.

He raced inside and even in the dark he found the basket, and throwing open the lid, there he found a blue Stone of the Ages. It was the third he had found, the other two being yellow and lavender. If the legends were true, there were four more, and when brought together they would bring about the end of chaos. After finding the other four, however, he would have to figure out what that even meant. Perhaps the answer would reveal itself when he found the remaining Stones.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Big Boom

"Get out of there!" Finick shouted into his headset. "You're gonna get yourself killed!"

His fellow Mechan operator, Visi, was more than just another fighter. She was his wife. He pressed his Mechan near its limits to scale the hill and attempted to give her cover fire. He locked his railgun into place and squeezed the trigger. It fired in rapid succession at the enormous Battle Carriers that were bearing down on their position as Visi ran her Mechan in the opposite direction, occasionally turning to fire her dual miniguns as well.

Finick's noticed the temperature on his railgun and stopped firing. "Hurry up! There's not much time left!"

He turned to run as she reached him and they both took off in a sprint inside their armored Mechans.

"Did you set the charge?" asked Finick.

The smile came into Visi's voice. "I think they'll have the surprise of their lives."