Writing Prompt #1: Zombie Killer

Prompt taken from Writers Digest

It’s the last day of school and you’re clearing out your locker when your best friend runs up to you out of breath. “You have to come with me right now,” your friend says. “It’s a matter of life and death.” So you rush with your friend to the cafeteria, only to find several of your classmates have been turned into zombies. What they don’t know is that, you are secretly a superhero who kills zombies. Write this scene.

Upon seeing the zombies emerge from the scene of terror in the cafeteria I froze for a second.  Killing zombies at night when they emerged from their day-sleep was one thing.  These zombies were among the people I studied with and grew up with for the last three years of high school.

As the first zombie ran at us I ducked under its flailing arm and pushed it hard into the wall.  After it hit the wall I threw a kick at it that landed on its neck, separating the spine at the neck.  The creature that used to be a classmate fell limply to the ground.

Out of my pocket I produced two Japanese style honest-to-goodness throwing stars which I threw at the remaining two.  Both stars hit their mark with barely any noise and the zombies fell to the ground.  Calmly I walked up to the zombies and removed the stars.

At closer inspection both of the zombies already had blood in their mouth.  Both had already bit people in the cafeteria.  Slowly but surely the virus that created zombies would be spread among everyone who wasn’t quick enough to get out of there.

I turned around and looked at my friend.  He had a stunned look on his face.  We had all heard about the zombies and the threat they posed to public safety but very few people actually sought them out like I did.  Snapping my fingers in front of his face I broke him out of his daze and grabbed his arm to pull him away from the cafeteria and the zombies.

“Thank you for saving me but what are you thinking?”

“That someone needs to do something.”


Synopsis From English 314

For the final product in English 314 one of the things we had to do was right a page long synopsis of our piece that we worked on throughout the quarter despite the fact it isn’t done.  This was a hard thing to do because I knew what I wanted to happen in the end but not necessarily everything that would get it there.  I figured I would share it with you!

Noble by Birth, Warrior by Heart is the story of Quinn Lisong, who grows up the daughter of a nobleman.  Quinn has always craved the life of a knight but the problem is girls are not allowed to be knights and her parents agree.  Stuck at home while her best friend Aurora is training to be a knight Quinn resolves to keep up her training and practices the skills of a warrior by herself.

When Quinn’s hometown is attacked she barely makes it out of the town with her family’s caretaker, Elsia, and her brother.  As they escape Quinn makes her first kill in battle and is surprised by how much of a toll it takes on her mentally.  After getting supplies from where she hides her training gear, Quinn and party try to make an escape but Quinn passes out at the sight of a mysterious fireball.  Elsia carries/drags her threw the forest and when Quinn comes to she lead them to an inn where she runs into Aurora, seemingly by coincidence.

The calm of the inn doesn’t last long.  Another fireball appears in the air, this time Quinn’s reaction isn’t as strong but she knows that she must leave.  Some instinct is telling her to run.  On the run, now with Aurora, Quinn tries to hide her feelings about killing a man until they reach the capitol, get help, and rescue her family.

Since the raiders have spread up towards the capitol, the queen cannot provide help right away.  Angry, disappointed, and sad Quinn goes to her families rooms at the capitol and is surprised to find someone waiting for her.  When she sees him she feels a small buzz in her stomach that she can’t explain.

Aurora doesn’t trust this new stranger but Quinn feels a connection to him.  As she learns about a new magickal world that exists and how many things in the last few days have been planned out, and not coincidence, she finds a way to rescue her family.  Putting all of her emotions aside she must take over the rule of the magickal kingdom that her parents must rule and save the day.

ENGL-314 Writing Fiction: Longer Forms

My last month or so has been pretty dark posting wise, as in I haven’t posted since May 10th.  Part of the reason was the reduced number of writing prompts in class but it was also due to the fact that is was my final quarter at Seattle University.  That’s right, I graduated with my Bachelor of Arts degree :).  I felt like along with that I should post a review of the English class that I took in my last quarter.

The title was “English 314 – Writing Fiction: Longer Forms” and was taught by Dr. Susan Meyers, an assistant professor in the English Department.  At first, when the class started, I was worried that I wouldn’t have the experience necessary to be an active part of the class.  Almost everyone in the class appeared to have been an English Major in at least their sophomore year.  Some were even in their senior year and I had only taken a couple of non-required English classes.

After the first critique session my opinion of the class changed though.  I was worried that my piece was too genre based as it was strongly fantasy and no one else’s was that strong, at least so far.  Instead everyone had a lot of helpful suggestions and no one appeared to be completely against it.  No one said it wasn’t worth it or that the piece was rubbish so I felt a lot better.  With the critiques I received on both my chapters of my piece and the materials taught in class I was able to revamp the first section of my work Lady by Birth, Warrior by Heart and improve it significantly.  It is still a work in progress but I feel like this class helped improve it greatly.

If you like creative writing, especially in the longer forms, such as novels or novellas or any of the new long forms and go to Seattle University, check out this class.  You don’t have to be an English Major, it will be better if you know a little bit about writing in the educational world such as the steps of publishing and the likes but even if you don’t know that you should be fine.  This class will help you be a better writer!

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.