Writing at last!

     Hello my fellow readers! Waymaker here! I don't get struck by inspiration often, but this morning was one of those wonderful exceptions. I have no idea what I'm doing with this, so consider a teaser of things to come. Please leave a critique in the comments!
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     Falling.
     The wind goes past my ears as the bricks loom closer.
     Falling.
     So quickly yet so slowly. It was an innocent mistake. Tripping on a loose brick.
     Falling.
     Not much time left until impact. Quickly I threw up my hands to shield my face. Surely impact would come soon. Several heartbeats passed. I moved my hands to see why I hadn't hit the ground yet. Just in time to see the bricks smash my face.
     Falling.
     I hit the bricks and kept falling. Through the bricks. Through the ground.
     What waited at the bottom was an endless black expanse. I floated there for a moment. I floated there for an eternity. Off in the distance, I spotted a human shape. As it approached, the details became apparent. A woman, about my age. Light brown skin. Dark hair, only slightly lighter than this endless void. She had eyes of the palest green, that held a knowledge eons old, contrasting with her otherwise youthful features.
     She stopped three feet away. A smile danced across her face as she looked at me.
     "Not yet, Maren," she said.
     How did she know my name?
     "Not yet, but soon. I promise. But for now, you need to go back."
     She laid her hand on my shoulder and I felt lighter, freer than I ever had. I began to rise. Out of the blackness. Up, through the ground, through the bricks, and back into my body.
     I awoke with a huge bruise on my forehead and several small scratches on my face and arms. I stood up and brushed myself off. I tried to ignore the stares from the people who had watched my fall. As I continued with my routine I tried to remember the details of my dream- was it a dream? It seemed the best explanation. As i went about my day, I decided that, strange though it was, the dream was inconsequential. Best to just ignore it.

Monsters and Mayhem

Hey, it's Miss Fortune again, I swear this thing is becoming my personal blog.  So anyway, the four of us along with others are working a Monster Dictionary, basically a guide to all things involving monsters and mayhem.  What monsters would you like to see included (don't be shy, feel free to comment).

Getting things started

Hi, so I'm Miss Fortune Malevolent (please call me Miss Fortune).  Since no one else is posting on this thing, I'd thought I'd kick start things.  So, while I'm sitting here bored doing homework nothing, here's the first part of my newest story.  I don't have a name for it yet, but let me know what you think.

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     Gabriel Flynn saw the lights before he heard the siren.

     “Aw come on, not now,”  he muttered as he calmly pulled over to the side of the road.

     The police car pulled off behind the beat up Ford Escape that Gabriel was currently stuck driving.  When Gabriel saw the officer who got out, he muttered another curse against the fates.  The officer was built like a monster truck; he probably worked out every day and drank iron smoothies at every meal.  He didn’t so much walk as strut over to Gabriel’s car, banging so hard on the side of the Escape that Gabriel was sure that his car door was dented.  Carefully and gently, Gabriel rolled down his window.

     “Can I help you officer?”

     The officer leaned on Gabriel’s window, so close that Gabriel could smell the onions he had for dinner.

     “Sir, why are you going 65 in a 45 mile per hour zone?”

     “Is it really 45 officer?  Sorry, I didn’t see the speed limit sign.”

     The cop grinned and Gabriel could see his yellowing teeth and silver cavity filling.

     “Oh really, sir?.”  The officer’s grin grew wider.  “Sir, could you please step out of the car?”

     Gabriel sighed and unlocked his door.  He stepped out of the car and smirked quietly when the officer backed away slightly.  At six foot two with cropped red hair and ghostly pale skin, Gabriel cut an opposing figure even when dressed in normal clothing.  Tonight however, Gabriel was dressed to scare.  His long black trench coat was part way open reveling his taunt muscles beneath.  He wore steel toed army boots under loose black pants and tattered fingerless gloves.  A long scar ran down his face from left eye to his chin, almost like a tear drop.

     “What do you need officer?”

     The police officer looked Gabriel up and down.

     “Sir, could you please touch your nose with both first fingers?”

     Gabriel almost grinned.  The officer thought he was drunk, it was time to have fun with this guy.

     “Sure thing officer.  Like this right?”  Gabriel touched his chin with one hand and his forehead with the other.

     “Sure sir, now can you say the alphabet backwards?”

     “Let’s see, Omega, Psi, Chi, Phi, Upsilon, Tau, Sigma, Rho, Pi, Omicron, Xi, Nu, Mu, Lambda, Kappa, Iota, Theta, Eta, Zeta, Epsilon, Delta, Gamma, Beta, and Alpha.”

     “Not what I meant.  I’ll give you one more chance sir. Can you walk in a straight line?”

     “Where to sir?”

     “Anywhere, just do it.”

     Gabriel sighed and began to walk in a straight line.  As he was coming back towards the officer, his trench coat fell open a little, revealing a long bladed knife within.  The police officer backed up.

      “Um sir, are you armed.”

     Gabriel looked down at his jacket, noticing the knife that was poking out.

     “A little.”  He said, mentally grinning.

     “Sir, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to remove you jacket and all weapons on your person.”

     Gabriel sighed and slowly unbuttoned his jacket.  He opened the jacket not only to revel his bare chest, but a small arsenal of knives and guns.  He pulled out each weapon.  Once he finished with the thirteen knives and four pistols in his jacket, he threw he jacket carefully onto the hood of his car.  He then reached into his cargo pants pockets and pulled out a least fifteen small knives and two more guns.  He finished turning out his pockets, he looked up at the officer.  The officer was staring at the not so small arsenal that one man had carried.

     “Sir, do you have a permit for these weapons?”

     “Nope.”

     “Sir, please turn around and put your hands on the car.”

     Gabriel rolled his eyes, but did as the officer asked.  Quickly and using all of his strength, the officer pulled Gabriel’s hands behind his back and handcuffed him.  He then forced Gabriel over to his police car and stuffed him in.

     “You stay right here while I call for back up.”

     “Can do officer!”

     “Don’t get cocky with me!”

     Gabriel waited patiently as the cop radioed for back up.  Gabriel wasn’t surprised that the other cops arrived pretty quickly when the heard about the arsenal in his pockets.  The Sergeant in charge looked in at Gabriel who smiled cheerfully from the back seat.

     “So, this is the kid who had enough weapons to arm a small cavalry.  Doesn’t look like much.  You mind if we search your car?”

     “Not at all sir.”  Gabriel said, then cursed himself a few seconds later.

     He’d forgotten that he was on his way home from a hunt.

     Hopefully they don’t look in the trunk. Wasn’t this how Bundy was caught?  Wait, that was a parking ticket.

     The officers started by opening the side and passenger door.  Even though he couldn’t see in, Gabriel could hear the exclamations of surprise as the police officers found even more weapons.

     “Sergeant, forget small arsenal, this guy has an M-16 up here!”  The officer at the passenger seat said.

     “There’s enough ammo to take out the Army back here.”

     Gabriel sighed, still praying that they wouldn’t open the trunk.

     “Well kid, I don’t know why you have so many weapons, but before we get to that, let’s look in the trunk.”

     Damn.

     The officer who opened the trunk was a young female recruit with blonde hair in a pixie cut.  As she opened the trunk, she stifled a gasp.  Even from where he was sitting in the police car, Gabriel could see into the trunk.  A young girl lay there, covered in scrapes, scratches, and blood.  Her green streaked hair was wet with mud and water and her clothes were ripped.  At the sudden intrusion of the police cars headlights, she rolled over and looked up at the officers with puzzled purple eyes.

     “Huh?  What’s going on?”

     “Miss, are you alright?”  One of the officers asked, rushing forward.

     “I’m not sure, my head really hurts.”  The girl said as she was helped into a sitting position.

     “It’s going to be alright ma’am.  We’re here for you.”

     Gabriel was still mentally cursing when the Sergeant walked over.

     “What the hell is this kid?  Not only do you have enough weapons and ammo to take out the Army, but there’s a girl covered in blood in your trunk?  Good thing we caught you before anything else happened to her.”

     Gabriel groaned.

     “This day is not going as planned.”  He said leaning back on the car seat.

     “I don’t know how you wanted this day to go, but I can tell you one thing, it’s going to end with you in a jail cell.  Take him out and search him thoroughly boys.”

     The original officer yanked Gabriel out of the car, not even being careful enough to watch his head.  As Gabriel muttered something obscene about the man’s ancestors, the police officer began to roughly search the little clothing Gabriel still had on.

     “Alright, that’s enough, I’m getting tired of this.”  Gabriel muttered.

     “Oh, look who’s the funny man…”  The officer started to say.

     Before he could finish, Gabriel head butted him hard, knocking the man down.  Before the other officers had time to react, Gabriel yanked his arms apart, sending pieces of the handcuffs flying.

     “What are those, the cheap plastic kind?”  He asked as he dodged the first volley of shots.

     Dancing just out of the way of getting hit, his hands began to move fast as he quietly began to mutter, twisting his hands this way and that.  Some of the cops stopped to watch as a orb of green energy appeared in his fist.  As soon as it was the size of a basketball, he flung it into the crowd where it explored, causing the cops to drop like flies.  Sighing in exasperation, he walked over to the girl who had been in his trunk, the only person not affected by the blast.

     “I suppose you’re happy with yourself Marcy, that little stunt of yours cost us an extra hour on travel time.”

     The girl couldn’t hold it back any longer and burst out laughing.

     “I wasn’t the one who got pulled over then tried to intimidate the cop.”

     “True, but it probably would have worked better if you hadn’t acted like the classic kidnap victim.”

Marcy grinned at her partner, she could see that the only reason he was truly annoyed was because he hadn’t thought to pull that himself.

     “Just be glad my little act kept them from finding the secret compartment.”  She said, patting the floor of the trunk.

     “Alright, true.  Now help me pick up all this so we can leave.”

     “Do you really need all these weapons?”  Marcy as she helped Gabriel pick up his weapons.  “You could always take the prey out like you did the cops.”

     “I don’t use magic to kill.”  He didn’t look her in the eye as he fixed the last knife into place.  “Come on, let’s go.”

Intro

So, welcome to our blog.  I say our because there's four of us crazed authors writing this, so yes you should probably be scared.  We created this blog to get feed back on our stories so we would love if you guys commented on our posts.  Anyways, now that that's over, feel free to read through our stuff.  I can safely promise that there will be NO romance stories and plenty of violence and bloodshed (at least in my stories).  I'm Miss Fortune, welcoming you to the In Our Write Minds!