In Class Writing Prompt 4-30-2013


Our prompt today was to take a random action passed out in an envelope and work in an obsessive thought while that action is taking place.  The thoughts were handed out in the same manner.  I really liked this exercise because I got a pair that catered to my genre.

Action: Juggling Knives

Obsessive Thought: The fact that s/he hates his/her boss and wants to quit his/her job.


Lyle was an expert at juggling knives.  It was one of the few magic tricks that he knew how to preform.  Growing up under the tutelage of a master wizard he had to learn how to be calm and collected and avoid distractions, or at least continue working despite them.  Juggling had been his tutor’s idea of how to learn to be distraction free.  Starting off easy, Lyle first learned to juggle bean bags then worked his way up to knives.

It was because of this constant training that instilled juggling as a second nature for Lyle and allowed him to think of other things while doing it.  As the knives twirled threw his fingers on their way to being airborn Lyle thought of his job.  It was not boring, it was not mundane, it was not for the feint of heart, yet sometimes he hated it.  Now was one of those moments.

As a protector, Lyle’s job was to defend those without any magickal inclinations against those who would do them harm with magick.  Now it is not magic that he was charged with defending against, for magic is cheep tricks like the juggling act he was performing as he thought.  No, magick with a k is the kind that most people would like to deny existed.  It can run anywhere from a low level clervoyant who knows who is calling before they look at the phone to a full fledged wizard like Lyle.  Someone who is capable of doing extreme damage to those around them.

Earlier in the day a mother had come to Lyle claiming her child had been kidnapped by some mystickal creature.  It wasn’t uncommon in a place like Seattle where he weird is the normal and the paranormal can fit in.  What was uncommon was what Lyle had found several hours earlier, the boy’s body, completely destroyed.  Destroyed was the only word Lyle would allow himself to use, for it was a horrific scene and not one he cared to remember.  This was the reason he hated his job sometimes.

The world gave him these jobs and he was in no position to say no.  Vary rarely were the cases something pretty.

4/11/2013 Long Form Fiction Prompt – Burger Joint Wizard


Today’s prompt I didn’t completely follow but I started to.  I wanted to write a lot of set up because I liked the idea I had.  Not everything I wanted to get in it was completed but without further delay lets get to the actual prompt.

Part One

Write a day in the life of someone who works in a burger joint.

Part Two

Write an hour in the life of someone who works in a burger joint.

Part Three

Write a minute in the life of someone who works in a burger joint.


Burger Joint Wizard


Stan was the burger joint wizard.  By day he slaved away behind the grill of his New York diner and by night he fought the forces of evil with his magickal abilities.  If you had asked him a year ago though, he would have been plain old Stan who ran Stan’s Diner.  His burgers were good, not great, but good.  His milkshakes were nothing special but they weren’t bad.  His fries were okay, better with added salt, but edible without.  With combination of regular food he was able to make an okay living.  Money was not what got him in to using his supernatural abilities.

When the war against the Argon rose to its peak he still didn’t use his powers.  He was comfortable in his little diner.  Not many people even knew his power existed so he was left alone to flip patties and yell order up.  Stan only let one other person cook, Frat, a boy he had taught thoroughly, so the joint required him to be there constantly.

The disappearances weren’t even what got him into using his abilities.  Two months ago people with power started disappearing.  More and more over New York and the regular people, which at this point Stan consider himself one of, were even starting to notice.  Occasionally a body would turn up but it was barely recognizable and was quite rare.

Stan new without a doubt these disappearances weren’t due to normal causes but he didn’t care.  He was content in his little diner serving his mediocre food.  When his regular patrons started to go missing, instead of using his abilities to defend his diner Stan used his power to fortify his little diner against evil.

He hadn’t thought about the downsides of his fortifications carved into the wood of the doorframes and windows though.  Painstaking detail was put into the carvings to make them look decorative but that didn’t fool his supernatural customers.  Soon word spread that Stan’s Diner was a safe haven for all those supernatural and good.  At first Stan’s business doubled, then tripled.  Eventually he had Frat working double shifts alongside him just to make enough food.

This is what got him into the battle against the Argon.  His patrons that he cared deeply for.  Every day he would spend business hours flipping patties, toasting buns, adding condiments, and plopping them on plates.  Order up he would then yell and the plate would disappear into the front end of the diner.  Then when the diner closed Stan would go out and investigate.  Plodding flat footed through the city of New York.

After hours of investigation Stan would go home and fall asleep, completely pooped.  The next day he would get right back up and do it all over again.  Weekends had become even busier and now required his attention at the diner during business hours.  That meant less time to sleep if he were going to have enough time to run his investigations.

On average his hours at the diner went by pretty quickly and pretty uniformly.  Order after order would come in and he would make them ready as quickly as possible.  Stan was good at what he did for he had been doing it for years but Frat had only been doing it for a couple and without a doubt the two would constantly be bumping into each other but never did they let the food fall.  And always there was an apology, sometimes even from Stan.

These hours he loved, for Frat was a good person to share the kitchen with.  Frat was an Oblesque, or magick reader.  He could see who had supernatural blood and usually what their abilities were.  Without thinking about it he could see the writings of magick highlighted and three dimensional wherever they stood.  In other words Stan liked Frat because he didn’t have to hide from Frat and when Frat was around he didn’t have to worry about something magickal sneaking up on him.  Frat was also companionable, he was easy to talk to and friendly.

Just because Stan liked his hours uniformed and busy didn’t mean he didn’t like his minutes off here and there when lulls in the orders formed.  Stan would walk into the corner of the kitchen pick up a book that detailed some form of dark magick and read it thoroughly for whatever time he had.  Usually only a minute.  These books he read were not for practice but to identify what was causing these disappearances.

Seconds would tick by and he would flip pages until he found something that was remotely relevant.  He would then read it, decide it wasn’t what he was looking for, and flip the page again.  This process repeated itself until he had to rejoin Frat at the grill.  This was how Stan spent his minutes, his hours, his days, for a month.


This is a small piece I did for Sociology 222.  The assignment was pretty simple, go out and observe people on the street and in a store from the point of view of an alien.  This alien knows nothing about earth culture or customs.  It is unedited but I will be editing and posting a new version soon :).

When I crashed on this planet I didn’t know what to expect.  I landed in an empty lot in the middle of the planet’s dark rotation.  When it became light I climbed out of my craft into the light I found the last thing I expected to find.  There were beings of multiple kinds.  Several smaller ones walking on four legs being led on some sort of tether by beings on two legs.  Miraculous creatures on wings swooped through the air being ignored by the others.  With the cloak activated on my ship no one was able to notice me.

Weirdest of all though was how these two-legged creatures interacted with each other.  They moved back and forth on their legs and in vehicles of some kind.  Either way they paid no attention to those around them.  Moving in front of others causing a loud beep to be issued from other vehicles.

When I walked unseen into a shelter with strange lettering I found myself in some sort of storage facility.  These beings walked in and out, only speaking to others behind a partial wall.  Some occasionally opened reflective metal boxes in the wall and took items out of them.  There was very little interaction from what I was able to observe.  Upon leaving there was yet more of these vehicles moving back and forth.

It was not like my world had been like back when we had had ground vehicles.  Alonians had been a free talking and friendly.  You could barely pass another without them greeting you with a big look.