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Day Twenty: The Things We Treasure

Prompt: Tell us a story of your most prized possession.

Twist: Do this as a long-form piece!

“The time is now, the power is within…”

 

My grandfather had to be the most interesting man I knew. He told me so many stories over the years about a magical place he called the enchanted forest. I wanted to go there so much! I knew it was only fantasy but how he told it was amazing. He did it in such detail and knew so much about the enormous land that it was! He told me stories about the days when he was young. He wielded an emerald staff and lead a small group of warriors he called the Contract of Mystics.

He told me the group was formed with balance in mind. He had two warriors. Reronul the brave, a warrior from a distant land in Artesia he was known widely as the slayer of dragons. Although my grandfather said he never really seen him slay one. Eldaernth the precise, a wielder of the almighty longbow. It is rumored in lore that he could shoot anything no matter his view or distance.  Swaisame the fear, he was rumored to be possessed by a vicious spirit known as a daemon. He was not well trusted in the party, for good reason. Thane the Cheat/Quick, oh boy was he a hated member of the team. He was a well-documented bandit. He’s stolen so many priceless treasures and gotten off scotch free do to the lack of the items. It was rumored he had a safe place to store his treasures but no one ever found it. No one ever will if Thane hid it. However he was valuable, for his speed outmatched many before him. Then of course himself. Alforn. My great grandfather was a wizard in that group. He wielded a beautiful emerald staff with great precision and power! He was known, as the faller of empires. According to him he disbanded several villages working with dark magic and a corrupted king.

Of course this was all fiction. It never ceased to amaze me all the adventures he claimed to have gone on. One day he showed me the key to it all. He called it the “pendant of power”. It was mesmerizing when he revealed it. It was a dragon made of solid gold wrapped around an onyx stone, blacker than night. He said someday I would inherit this treasure and be welcomed into the world of magic. I was so excited all throughout my childhood for that day to come. Now, I’m a boring nerdy teenager who thinks of women and fantasy worlds.

Speaking of such. I was supposed to meet a cutie named Hilary at the local coffee shop. I quickly grabbed my things and walked out the door to jump into my beautiful mustang. I sped off to town and picked a parking spot. It was a quiet little shop, made of bricks and glass. It was pretty slow for a Saturday morning. I walked in and feasted my eyes on her beauty. Who would have known, a popular girl in school shares a fascination with magic and fantasy? Of course she doesn’t publicize this, in fear people wouldn’t like her anymore. High school; how ridiculous.

“Hey Damien!” she smiled at me as she put down her china.

“Hello Hillary!” I perked up immediately.

I smiled as I looked her over once more, just to realize how attractive she was! Her eyes were a deep hazel, her hair a dark chestnut, she had a short curvy build. She wore designer threads, and wore limited jewelry. My favorite feature however had to be that little stud in her lips. I was one of the few to know the things she faced in middle school. We’ve been on and off talkative and I never really learned to appreciate her. I talked to her once in a wild through school but now it was my junior year, I was running out of time. So I just came up to her one day said, hey let’s get some coffee. It worked. Now here we are on our third date, talking about interesting fantasy philosophy.

“So have you been reading?” she asked interrupting my thoughts.

“Of course, what’s your take on the whole elves versus dwarf’s thing?” I asked. Sounding too nerdy.

“I can’t answer that, I love elves too much. I would be completely prejudice.”

“Ha! So how’s classes going?”

“You know, being stuck in several advanced placement classes make it hard for me to nerd up and play some W.O.W!” she laughed cutely.

“Ha, must be nice being all smart an all!” I teased.

“Ha, says the smartest guy I know!”

“Quit your jesting!”

The waitress walked up with my usual, a maple-cappuccino. I sipped it delightfully and we began to chit chat about all kinds of nerdy topics, quietly of course. It would be another day tomorrow. A day where we are just strangers. The stigmas of intelligences or hobbies is dreadful at this school. It was already getting late and we’ve discussed everything from elves to werewolves. I was dreading saying goodbye. I just wish she was more accepting of herself. We quietly gathered our things. Notebooks, pens, collectible cards, and our tablets. I waved goodbye to her and smiled as I watched her leave, even though all I felt was sadness. We couldn’t be seen together by accident so I had to wait. Seems like a crazy relationship huh?

I walked out of the coffee shop and began the dreaded descent back home, where I would be mocked by my family members for my love of all things fantasy. They would be like, ‘it’s all your grandfather’s fault’, and ‘real life is real kid’, and so on. I got good grades and I stayed out of trouble. Just because I’m a social outcast doesn’t make me a bad person. My mom used to be into it, until the rich man she met put an end to that! I sighed as I pulled out my favorite card, Morrowind the Noble. A warrior from a distant lad who silenced foes, and proved just how important for-hire knights were. Best of the land in my books. Although, like they all say. Fantasy isn’t real!

I walked through the doorway and headed to my bedroom. Everyone was aimlessly staring at the television screen when I walked in. No hellos, no how was your day, just silence as I walked in. Suddenly I was startled by a knock on our heavy mahogany door.

“Son, get the door for us please!” my dad yelled in the living room.

I descended down the stairs and opened the door. My eyes lit up.

“Grandpa!” I yelled in glee.

“Hello my grandson, how have you been?” he smiled warm and gently.

He was an odd fellow, that’s for sure but I loved him to pieces. He wore a robe made of silk, like a wizard, he had a well-trimmed beard flowing from his chin. His wrinkles accented his wise looking face (if there is such a thing?) He did carry a cane around with him, although it was not crafted of emerald or several feet tall or anything but it was still a beautiful piece. His walking stick meant a lot to him he told me one time. Around his neck was the beautiful pendant I’ve almost forgotten about. He walked through the door and I could see my mom’s eyes light up.

“Hello Alforn!” she smiled as she went in for a hug.

“Well if isn’t my beautiful daughter, how are you dear?” he said softly.

“I’m doing fantastic, although we really should talk about your influence on my son!” she laughed, half-seriously.

“Hello Mr. Yrio!” my crappy step dad said.

“Hello Gerard!” Alforn said slightly scowled.

“Please come in dad! Have a seat!” she motioned to the old rocker we kept for looks in the living room.

“Thank you darling!” Alforn said as he plopped himself into the chair.

“How have you been spending your time Mr. Yrio?”

“You know, another exciting day in the life of retirement, not that you will ever have to worry about it mister big C.E.O!”

“Yes, I’ve been promoted to the president actually! Quite silly isn’t it? Me a president of a multi-billion dollar company, who would have known?”

“Yes, funny indeed!” my grandfather said, not impressed in the slightest.

“I suppose you’re wondering what I do with my time now that I don’t have to work huh dad?”

“Yes dear, ever get into the writing I know you’ve wanted to do?”

“Actually yes, I’m releasing my first book in a few months! I call it The Conqueror of Worlds! It’s a science fiction novel!”

“Fantastic darling!”

“I find her science fiction worlds quite exhilarating!” my step dad said, in fakery.

“Hey grandpa! Want to come up and see my room now that I’ve got the bigger one!” I said a little too childishly.

“He just sat down, shouldn’t we give him a moment?” my step dad said rudely.

“I don’t mind! I’ve been dying to see my grandson!”

Alforn said as he picked himself up with his walking stick and followed me up the stairs. I led him to my new room. It was above the garage and massive! I had it lined with a television, game systems, and lots of comfortable furniture. On floating shelves I had figurines and collectors editions of my favorite card games. The side wall sat my huge bed, a couple end tables, and fantastic lighting!

“You really brought this place together didn’t you!” he perked up, “Gerard has been dreading this wasted space since I’ve known him!”

“Yeah it took a long time for him to consider making it into a bedroom instead of yet another one of his massive offices,” I said.

“Good job with putting it together, better than some crummy office!”

“Thanks grandpa!”

“So we need to talk, I’ve noticed a decrease in happiness lately? Anything you’d like to talk about?” he said suddenly.

“It’s just Gerard, high school, life. I met this amazing girl but we can’t hang out because it’ll ruin her image. Gerard thinks I’m a social nightmare, and school. Well school always has and always will suck!” I said disgruntledly

“Stick to it my child! Life has a way of working out, no matter the circumstances.”

“Thanks grandpa!”

TO BE CONTINUED…

Thank you everyone for reading. I’m hoping out of all this madness I created a couple beautiful pieces. I intend on continuing my blog, not sure what I will write about but I know I’ll figure it out.  

Seth Leon Kaileen

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Day Ninteen: Don’t Stop the Rocking’

Prompt: Free writing day (400 words)

I remember when I first purchased that house. A beautiful crafted house over the ocean. Who would have known this is where everything would change. I had just been successful with my first book called Proximity a story that revolved around a group of people that possessed special abilities. Who would have known my Heroes inspired novel would make it like this? I had struck it rich and always dreamed of going to the ocean, settling down with a beautiful woman and maybe, just maybe, have a couple of children. 

I have the house, but no woman or children. See I had a rough childhood. I never made it with the ladies I was always that outcast child who spent all his time reading or playing video games. I never really struck the fancy of the many beautiful women my school had to offer. I had maybe two long lasting relationships that soon fizzled and died like my dreams. So once college came around, I wasn’t expecting me to find this amazing woman that would stick by me despite my shortcomings. That’s where I was wrong. 

Her name was Rachel and we immediately hit it off. We were both at a creative writing seminar, since that was both our majors. It was one of those seminars where the author read from his book and tried to give you the run down on the best ways to write. It was a load of crap and both of us knew it. However, his story was a very interesting one. It revolved around a small group of people that were kidnapped and dropped off on some diesel ant planet, many light years away. Who knew if it was aliens or the government. After the seminar we had the typical, buy my book and I’ll sign it for you, kind of thing. Rachel and I ended up being in line together and I’m sure she was into me because she pulled that oh gosh, I dropped all my books, act. I helped her pick it up and we’ve been close ever since. We weren’t together yet, but I promise you I was working on it. 

I returned to my dorm that evening with a despicable smile on my face and her phone number. I sat down on that shitty futon/bed thing you get in your dorm and began to watch the television show Heroes. 

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Day Seventeen: Your Personality on the Page

Today’s Prompt: We all have anxieties, worries, and fears. What are you scared of? Address one of your worst fears.

Today’s Twist: Write this post in a style distinct from your own.

“Your worst enemy cannot harm you as much as your unguarded thoughts”

You wake up each day and the only person that is with you forever is yourself. You have to wake up face yourself in the mirror. You ask yourself if you look good. You get one response.

You look great.

You look awful.

It depends on which you; you are that day.

Then there are those fears. I wish every day I didn’t have any. I wish fear wasn’t an emotion at all. I feel like I waste away my life solely based on my fears. I can’t enjoy theme parks. I won’t ever be able to do something wild and crazy.

Then you think back to yourself. Your anxiety over fear, your worries about fear, fear itself.

All that’s against you is yourself.

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Day Sixteen: Third Time’s the Charm

Prompt: Imagine you had a job in which you had to sift through forgotten or lost belongings. Describe a day in which you come upon something peculiar, or tell a story about something interesting you find in a pile.

Twist: If you’d like to continue our serial challenge, also reflect on the theme of lost and found more generally in this post.

Detention. What a joke. Guess what this shitty school was making me do. Sift through the lost and found. Why I don’t know, they told me they wanted it organized by type. Clothing. Electronics. Jewelry. Supplies. It was stupid, tedious, and completely unnecessary but I had no choice. I rifled through shirts, pants, MP3 players, and hundreds of other little things people have lost. Suddenly my hand grasped something metal. It felt heavy and important, I instantly got curious. I pulled it out of the pile of stuff and there in my hand was a badge. On it were the letters ATF, beneath it Ability Task Force. Why was there a police badge of some kind found in a high school?

The name Ability Task Force kept getting to me.

I don’t like this post…

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Day Fifteen: Your Voice Will Find You

Prompt: Think about an event you attended and loved. How did it make you feel?

Twist: While writing this post, focus again on your own voice.

All these prompts about finding my own voice are definitely not needed. I found my voice years ago. So Instead I will break down what I think my voice sounds like. You tell me what you think!

First of all, I love the whole “I” point of view (POV). I revolve around it a lot. I use the I POV to make the story more personal, and it allows me to add twists like using he when I want to introduce a new character. I did try using the 3rd person point of view in Excalibur, a story about angels and demons. It was fun to try out but it wasn’t really my style. I will admit I intend on doing it again. Just because I specialize in a POV doesn’t mean I don’t want to use others. My characters for my story also revolve around me, as a person. I personify myself within my characters. Three little hints you might have picked up.

Zale and Zethan. Two main characters of my two flagship stories Day Trekkers and Night Owl, respectively. They start with the first letter of my name (Seth Kaileen is a pen name). They also are described as what I wish I looked like (back in high school). Long black hair, built body, attractive in every way. They also share my personality. Each one has my friends in some way or another. I find it easier to write about my life, and twist it into what it could be like, or how I saw it. This makes my works personal. I will admit I’ve strayed from the habit of starting them with “Z” I have a handful of names I like just because of how they look or sound.

Dialog. Dialog. Dialog. My stories are very focused on dialog. I enjoy giving my characters a voice, tossing their emotions into how they say their words. I will let you in on a little secret. I did not know how to do dialog. I needed help with it. Sad thing is, it was never picked up by any of my English teachers until my senior year in high school. I wrote my teacher of that class a thirty-five page story called S.O.L.O.C.A.M. She looked at it and said “you’re going to be a tough one aren’t you!” Then she explained to me how I was doing my dialog wrong. So she helped me with it, I edited my story and she was impressed. Ever since then, I’ve improved my skills.

I revolved my stories around a theme. Every story has a main idea. I find ways to capitalize on this and make something unique that follows the topic of the story. Maybe this isn’t special, maybe it’s too mainstream but it’s what I do and I like it!

That’s all I have to say for now! 🙂

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Day Fourteen: To Whom It May Concern

Prompt: Pick up the nearest book and flip to page 29. What’s the first word that jumps off the page? Use this word as a springboard for inspiration.

Twist: Write the post in the form of a letter.

They aren’t thieves.

(I didn’t have a book so I went to the web)

Dear Bradley,

I heard the news and I’m begging you to reconsider. Murder is never the option for anything no matter what awful thing they’ve done. It rips apart your soul, it haunts you the rest of your life. Especially for someone in your position, killing someone will ruin everything you’ve ever worked for. Tearing you down piece by piece. I know what they’ve done. I know it’s not right but it’s hardly thievery! They aren’t thieves. They simply picked something up and forgot to return it. It’s easy to do with something so small. They returned it didn’t they? They didn’t even get very far before they realized it was in their pocket. I know you didn’t see them do it but they returned it! That’s a cause for forgiveness. Please Bradley give them another chance. They’ve apologized and it was an accident. Thank You! Good day!

Sincerely,

David Killington

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Day Thirteen: Serially Found

Prompt: Write about finding something. Twist: If you write day four’s post as the first in a series, use this one as the second installment… Loosely defined.

“The time is now, the power is within.” A quote from a story I wrote many years ago. It was nearly seventy-five pages long (the dialog wasn’t right so I could only imagine how long it actually is now that I know how to do dialogue. I’ve lost every copy and I beat myself up over it every day, because I really want to reread it! It probably doesn’t help that I recently lost everything on my MacBook and I’m so upset over it you have no idea. However, despite all that I know it wasn’t very good, but it was a fantastic start. I’m also upset that I cannot, for the life of me, locate the piece of jewelry that’s inspired me to write this story! It’s infatuating! I admit I was also influenced by the trilogy The Enchanted Forest. Now to get to my story… Let’s temporarily revamp The Power Within!

It’s amazing how much can change in your life when you simply take a chance. However, I’m sure no one would expect it to change this much! It was a sunny day out, and although I’m a self-proclaimed loser, I always hit on beautiful Hilary Fey. Never got anywhere with it though. Until I saw something glisten in the sunlight. It was a charm of some kind. A dragon wrapped in gold clasping an onyx stone. It was beautiful. I will be the first to admit, I’m usually a good kid. I’d pick it up and bring it to the office and find out who it belongs to. However, the school never finds the owner and they get to keep it themselves. Or it never ends up being proclaimed lost, just so they can add it to their horrid collection of confiscated goods. I picked it up. It was held on tightly by a gold chain. I felt different as I picked it up. I felt the world get brighter and suddenly. I screamed like a little girl.

The world swirled and swallowed me tossing me into the soft moss of a forest floor. There standing before me was a statue. A man holding a sword. He looked as if he had been in a battle before he had been transmuted into this art piece. I didn’t recognize him as any sort of warrior from the lore my grandfather shared with me but for some reason, despite my fear of where I was brought. It spoke to me, hypothetically. It wanted me to come over to it. So I did. I’m an adventurous child, thanks grandpa. I looked it up and down. It/he was not wearing a typical uniform from the old war stories I knew about. He was simply dressed in a pair of makeshift deerskin pants. Moccasins adorned his feet and around his neck there seemed to be a necklace with a gem. I don’t know what got over me but I just wanted to touch that necklace. I quickly reached up and touched it. It began to glow and shine, as though it was real!

Suddenly light engulfed the stone body and played around his body in a vicious dance of twinkling lights. It ran up and down his body desperate for entrance. I began to freak out and step back when suddenly, like that television show Danny Phantom. Whenever he goes ghostlights appear over his body and change him as he goes. The same was happening to this statue and I was freaking out. Flesh appeared where stone once was and a man appeared. His sword instantly appeared at my throat.

“Who art though?”

Fun Fact about Seth: The quote “The time is now, the power is within…” is directly taken from that story I had written many years ago, and I put it into the Yearbook my graduating year. It was put there to inspire me to finish it. Then I moved onto other things and forgot about it. Which makes me sad. So someday I hope it was not all for nothing!