Ian D Scofield, Writer

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Trapped In A Cellar At Night

This wasn’t the first time I had been trapped inside a _________ , but it was the first time I had to escape in order to save a life. Here’s what happened.

~Writer’s Digest Prompt

Here is another Writer’s Digest prompt.  I would tell you more about it but then I would ruin the twist.


This wasn’t the first time I had been trapped inside a cellar, but it was the first time I had to escape in order to save a life.  Here’s what happened.

As part of my full moon ritual I locked myself into the cellar and was content to wait until the morning when someone would come let me out.  I didn’t want to hurt anyone when I changed.  The power of a werewolf was impressive and in my dog form I could easily kill a human.  I had done it before, before I had decided to lock myself in the cellar on every full moon.

I had just laid down to get comfortable for the change when my finely tuned ears picked up a sound outside of the cellar door.  A woman was in distress.  It sounded like she was fighting with someone and being dragged away.

That was when I heard her yell.  “Help, they are taking me away!  No, I can’t leave.  No, I don’t want to go.”

After a minute, I recognized it as the voice of Agnus, a friend of mine.  Her yells got faint and I began to panic.  Now I needed to escape.

Walking up to the door I pounded on it a few times.  From the other side of the door, I could hear a few voices but I couldn’t make out what they were saying.  I was too focused.  Must get out.

I walked to the other side of the room and scraping my leg against the floor like an animal preparing to charge, I ran at the door.  At first, it felt like the door was going to hold as my body slammed against it.  Then there was a loud crack and I fell out into the open.

Men dressed in white with serious looks on their face waited for me outside the door, as if they knew I was going to try to rescue Agnus.  Before I could move again they were running at me.  One grabbed me under each arm, lifting me from the ground.  I needed to change now, it was the only way I was going to save Agnus.

I felt the hair on my arms start to stand up, the process was starting.  I was going to be able to save her.  Then a needle was roughly jabbed into my forearm.  Fighting became harder.  A few times I almost got the best of my enemy.  Then the world went black.

 

Sliding my eyes open I tried to move my arms but I couldn’t.  They were held down at the side of the bed.  Had I turned into my wolf form and saved Agnus?  Often, after my turning, I couldn’t remember anything that happened during the full moon.

One of the men in the white clothes came back in and he walked up to the bed that I now realized I was in.  I could read the nameplate he had on his fine white uniform.  Jasper, Orderly.  Liteons Home for the Criminally Insane.

NaNoWriMo 2015 Winner

You may have noticed a new graphic that replaced my word count tracker in the top corner of my website.  This is the NaNoWriMo 2015 Winner Badge and it looks something like this:

NaNoWriMo 2015 Winner

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Amazon Lawsuits

Amazon Lawsuits Against Fiverr Writers [News]

If you are like me you probably hate fake reviews.  They give you false help when trying to decide between products and can sometimes lead to buying the wrong product.  It is even more frustrating when these product reviews stay up despite the fact that they are fake.  Finally Amazon is taking action against these reviews with Amazon lawsuits.

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Quote and Additions to Word Hoard

So everything below is from the book The Heart of Matter by Evan Currie.  It is a great book from a great series.

Its been a long time since I have updated the Word Hoard.  I have a couple of new words to add to it:

  • Anathema – Something or someone that one vehemently dislikes.
  • Diffident – Modest or shy because of a lack of self-confidence.
  • Wont – In the habit of doing something; accustomed.

I also found a quote from the same book that I really liked.  It seemed to fit today’s atmosphere.

A soldier fought better when he knew that he was not only needed, but appreciated back home.  There were a few things as degrading to a man than to come home to the people you served, only to be shunned and reviled by them.

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