Ian D Scofield, Writer

Fantasy/Science Fiction/Thriller and Freelance

Category: Fiction (Page 1 of 2)

We Were Friends, Then We Were Dead

You and your three closest friends decide to go camping. You arrive and set up camp nearly three miles away from where you left your car. Late that evening, as you sit around the campfire roasting marshmallows, one of your friends reveals a deep dark secret that turns what was to be a fun weekend into one of the scariest weekends of your life.

~Writer’s Digest Prompt

This is actually only the second or third time I have ever tried to write a horror thriller piece.  Most of the thriller pieces I have written in the past have been action thriller.

I hope you enjoy this writing prompt.  It is a little different than most of my work.


Riding in a car with four other people shoved together always gave me mixed feelings, now being around the campfire, I was able to be free.  Sharing stories and being with friends in the great outdoors is the best way to get to know those you care about.

Jim stood up with a marshmallow on a stick and leaned towards the fire.  For a second the circle was quiet as we all watched the marshmallow turn brown and then catch on fire.

“Dude, that’s on fire.”  Someone yelled but Jim just held the marshmallow in place.  He didn’t look up and at first didn’t say anything in response.

Then with his head tilted up and a sinister smile on his face, Jim started to speak.  “I want to tell you all a secret that I have been hiding for a while.  One that I need to get off my chest.”  He paused for a minute as his eyes made contact with each of us.  Something told me not to respond though, and I think the rest of my friends got the message too.  “You know all of those disappearances around town?  I have been practicing my ability to kill, to end life in various ways.  All to lead up to this weekend.  To a great hunt in the forest.”

Nervous laughter filled the circle.  Ghost stories at the campfire had been tradition for ages after all.  But when I saw his face I knew he was serious.  Only someone with a mind for killing could have a face like that.  I don’t know how I knew it but I knew it.  Plus, the fact that there had been actual disappearances around town, it just clicked.

“The hunt starts now.”  Jim said as he stood and moved slowly towards the car.  So casually in fact, that it didn’t fit with his statement.

I looked at the other three around the campfire and as our eyes met we knew we had only two options.  Fight or run.  While Jim’s back was turned there was only one option.  Run.

Hastily I grabbed Austin’s hand in mine and pulled her towards the tree line with me.  For our first three years in high school I had had a thing for Austin but now that we were seniors I had only just started to flirt with her.  Early bloomer, I know.

We disappeared into the forest but a loud bang from behind, I knew not everyone had made it out of the circle.  One of the other two weren’t as fast as I had been.

Together Austin and I did our best to become one with the forest.  We found a large bush that could serve as a hiding spot and were able to hide there until daylight.  When the bullet finally came, the only warning I had as I looked into Austin’s eyes and took in her grey irises, was the bang that preceded the bullet by only a second.

The blood, the loss of life in her eyes was only mine to take in for a second before everything went dark.

NaNoWriMo Day 22 Update

Hello All!  I am doing well on my word count, even a little bit ahead so far for the day which is nice!  I plan to try and keep it that way.  If things keep on this track I will finish on time, if not early.  I am excited to bring a great version of Shao Island to you.

Keep reading to see a character inspiration picture of Alyssa Branch from Shao Island.

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The Twins

NaNoWriMo Day 21 Update

Hello everyone!  Starting behind I was sure I was going to be behind until the end of the month.  So far since I have caught up I have been behind only once, and then only by less than a thousand words.  I am happy to say that the novel is coming along well.  Unlike past iterations of Shao Island, I have a concrete grasp of where the book will go.

Word Count: 35,166 Words

I have decided to give to you the whole first chapter, unedited.  This way you can get a feel for where the story starts.  You may recognize the beginning of the chapter from an earlier post.  Stay tuned as I may provide more content from the novel.

Keep Reading to read the first chapter of Shao Island.

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NaNoWriMo 2016 Update

Hi there!  I am here to update you about my NaNoWriMo 2016 project.  At first, I thought the project would succeed without planning but it turns out that didn’t work so well.  I couldn’t see where the novel was going.  After a few days of good writing I couldn’t come up with anything else.  What was I to do?

I had an urge to return to a story that anyone who has read my blog before would recognize.  Shao Island has been a project of mine since middle school and I am returning once again to it.

For NaNoWriMo 2016 I am rewriting Shao Island from scratch.  While some of the ideas and concepts are the same, I am changing it to make it a little more believable and to add more content to it.  Before many people thought it was more of a novela than a novel so let’s see what I can do to it this year.

Part of the reason it took so long to update you on this is that I was behind due to restarting a novel after being a few days into the month.  On day 14 though I caught up (and passed) the word count goal.

Here is a small excerpt from the first chapter:

Passing a leather ball between the two of us, Chelsea and I raced down the streets of the merchant city. We dodged and weaved around those who were selling their wares and traveling the streets. As we ran we took turns throwing the ball harder and harder. The competition being fueled by each other.

I grabbed the ball and threw it extremely hard at Chelsea. When the ball left my hand I knew it had flown too hard but it was too late to take it back. It thwacked like a rock into Chelsea’s side. She looked at her side, then at me. There was fire in her eyes as she cranked her arm back to throw the ball at me.

Right as Chelsea released the ball she crossed into the path of a cloth merchant, hitting him in the head, and causing him to topple his cart.

“Damn you kids!!!” He bellowed in annoyance. “Don’t you know to watch what you are doing and that the street of the merchant city is no place for your games…”

His voice began to calm when he took a look at Chelsea. I glowered at her from my side of the street. She was turning her green eyes on the man. Very few people could turn away Chelsea’s charm when she turned her eyes like that. Matched with her brown hair she looked as if she were part of the forest itself. Sometimes I even had a hard time staying mad at my sister when she did that.

“I guess I can forgive such a pretty little lass this one time. Don’t let it happen again though.” Rubbing his head with one hand, the merchant picked up the ball with the other and handed it back to Chelsea.

Looking both ways for carts this time Chelsea crossed the road onto my side of the street. A bell tolled five rings. It was time for us to get home. Our parents set strict times for the family meal. Despite dad’s job, whenever he was in town we would have dinner as a family he said.

“First one home is a sore loser.” Chelsea took off running while I was still standing around. She expertly dodged and dived between people, carts, and buildings. I glared at her. It was a challenge that I could easily win if I wanted to trip her up. Chelsea would never forgive me though if I used that on her.

I started running. It was only a matter of moments until I caught up with Chelsea under my own steam. We were twins after all. Most of our physical ability was the same. We both trained in fitness as well as military arms.

Upon arriving at the gates to our family house we found them wide open with none of the men at arms guarding the gate. There should have been at least one man on the gate. The family of the King’s Own was afforded protection from the city guard. We looked at each other and then walked slowly into the courtyard.

Looking around in the courtyard there was no sign of anyone working. Chelsea started running towards the entrance to the main building, the ones where our parents should have been at this hour.

“Wait,” I begged quietly.

Like usual she didn’t listen. I walked up next to the door, trying to listen into the house for a minute. All I could hear was Chelsea’s feet slapping against the stone tiles that made up the main hallway. Slowly I drew my knife from my belt…

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