Yellowjakket took out at a flat sprint, holding to alleys and back streets until she was a good distance away. She was out on the street, in view, and moving as fast as she could, going south, crossing the Thames at Vauxhall. She angled southwest, then dropped into the underground. She followed the tube back to Euston, then scrambled through the tube to Camden Town. The black-clad huntress was listening to the radio traffic. While the wizards used magical means to communicate, everyone else used their cells and the police used their own channels. This was how she knew where … [READ MORE]
Writing exercises – 1 – A picture is worth how many words
Hi. A friend challenged me to a picture writing exercise and I wanted to share it. The idea is to find a picture and tell the story behind it from your perspective as a writer. I’ve found it to be great practice for focusing on detail for me.
Here’s the picture
And here is the story:
Terry Chang smirked playfully and pressed his wrists together under his chin. The first two fingers on each hand flipped forward, straightening into a pair of ‘V’. He held the pose as Nick struggled to get the camera working on his cellphone.
The colors
Dark Renaissance – Chapter 8
Yellowjakket knocked on the front door of the orphanage. Gewrly was right at the door. The troll opened the door, and sniffed. “Yer early, Ms Jak. Spot of trouble brewing?” Yellowjakket shook her head. “Nothing that affects this.” She handed Gewrly the pillowcase of tinned food. “Add that to the pantry. It won’t do me any good tonight. Gewrly gave Yellowjakket a sinister looking smile. “Ae, ah can do that. Won’t you be needin’ a meal?” “After I get back, and a bed if there’s one available.” Gewrly nodded, and moved with a ponderous silence to a door just short … [READ MORE]
Dark Renaissance – Chapter 7 – Sacrificial
Hamish awoke early the next morning with a splitting hangover. He sat on the edge of his bed, and managed to mumble a spell that numbed the pain, but did nothing for the dry mouth and blurred vision. He’d just started his morning ablutions when a sharp rap at his front demanded attention. Despite the urgent knocking, he leisurely finished washing his face and brushing his teeth before answering. He opened the door, scowling, and the runner from Control blanched white. He’d heard of Montrose, and the reputation he’d been garnering as a dangerous man. He satanic features confirmed it … [READ MORE]
Dark Renaissance – Chapter 6
Yellowjakket moved south and west, away from Charing Cross. She hunted press-gangs, and when she found one, didn’t hesitate. She tore into the first one she spotted. The gang had two kids in anti-magic shackles, neck and waist, holding them powerless to resist. The mind control in the collars held them while the belt disrupted any connection to the source.
She fired a electric pulse, striking the lead member. Her bolt caught the man in the chest hurtling him four meters back and to the ground where he spasmed uncontrollably. The other six spread out in a rough defensive circle. … [READ MORE]
Dark Renaissance – Hamish Montrose
Hamish Montrose is the main antagonist in the story. He is one of the people who greatly benefitted from the Change of reality. Before he became the lieutenant to the Pacifier, he was a lowly pickpocket who was trying to get by day to day with quick wits and fingers. Too bad he wasn’t good at it.
When the change hit, he was suddenly one of the Elite, a mage with the ability to warp reality and create things only heard of in fantasy. Fireballs, electrical storms, magical control of others. He could do it all. He didn’t think big … [READ MORE]
Dark Renaissance – Chapter 4- Appearance & Chapter 5 – Interlude 2
Chapter 4
Sapphire walked back out of Diagon-tubely, heading for the Checkpoint. With luck she’d have a note at the dead-drop. The note would also give her a location to lead the children to. Those hiding the kids had regular jobs. Moving the children themselves would jeopardize their cover, and their lives. Once at her hidden tube, she changed to the black-clad huntress, and sped off to the small drain that emptied the subway during storms. Crawling on hands and knees to exit, she accelerated towards downtown London. She emerged from the Tube at an abandoned spur near Charing Cross. … [READ MORE]
Dark Renaissance – Ch 3 – Interlude
Hamish Montrose stared stoically out the open window behind his commanding officer. He heard the voice and would recall the exact conversation later. For now, he was content to let the man yell himself hoarse about the botched assignment. The clouds outside were an iron-grey. Low in the air, they carried the scent of water and decay from the nearby docks. He wrinkled his nose, envisioning the captain’s body floating in the brown water. It brought a ghost of a smile to his lips. He sensed, rather than heard the captain slowing in his tirade. It was time to pay … [READ MORE]
Dark Renaissance – A look at Sapphire
Sapphire is the main protagonist in ‘Dark Renaissance’. She is the last surviving triplet of Saffron Carter-Hargrave. Her sisters were named Shiva and Selene.
Sapphire was the odd triplet. She was born not breathing and her umbilical cord wrapped tight about her neck. Heroic measures were taken to save her life, and they worked, but her brain had been starved of oxygen long enough that some portions, such as the connection between the other two triplets, did not exist. Shiva and Selene both could anticipate the other’s thoughts, Sapphire was alone while identical.
Her sisters grew up highly intelligent, and … [READ MORE]
Dark Renaissance – Chapter 2
Both Sapphire and Selene bought in immediately, and Yellowjakket suddenly became enemy number one to the new government. The recorded power effects and her own movements convinced Control that one person was responsible. Her powers became the enigma, as any locator spell never worked properly, frustrating the casters to no end. That was the true power of triplets. Three different signals confusing the search. Each identical to the others, creating a feedback that destroyed the intent of the spell. The last trick was the most morbid. A small bomb, designed to hide any trace of their identity from discovery. It … [READ MORE]