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What is a Better Platform for Fiction Writers? Wattpad VS WordPress

While WordPress has been my main platform since 2015 I have had some issues maintaining a posting longevity. Due to the way searches appear on WordPress it is hard for older content to get found unless it is in a very specific range that is very searched but not filled with content. My post writing characters with dyslexia fits into that category.

So for fiction writers who have a hard time figuring out exactly what niche to write in, getting the kind of feedback on work that is necessary to keep your stamina up is impossible. The only authors who I can tell use WordPress effectively as a platform already have a following. Because fiction is supposed to be the base of our platform and short stories often do not have high SEO names it is hard for them to be found by the WordPress algorithm. The whole thing has left me with a wide variety of content that doesn’t get seen and one post that does. It’s also very hard for people to follow series in this format as people will be more likely to find your 8th post than you first.

That’s why during my temporary hiatus I used wattpad. I’ve tried using this reading and writing platform in the past and it wasn’t very effective but that’s because I was using It wrong. Postings one story in many parts I have already gotten 3 times the amount of views on that one story than on all the fiction posted on WordPress. I’m still exploring the pros and cons of wattpad but I have found it much more rewarding to write there than I have on WordPress. I do intend to start writing on WordPress again but it’s hard to say if I will have the motivation to stick with it for the rest of the year.

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How to Define Success–Things to Learn To Be An Expert

How much do you really need to know in order to be an expert? Mike Boyd has popularized his style of learning, learn quick, on his YouTube channel. In contrast with the 10,000 hour rule, he sets goals for skills to learn and it takes him a surprisingly short amount of time to obtain his goals. But would you define him an expert? He sets goals that make him feel comfortable in saying that he can indeed complete the skill and sometimes they aren’t huge unobtainable ideas. So that begs the question:

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If you don’t set concrete goals for yourself it is very easy for self-doubt to creep in. Everyone seems to be talking about SMART goals recently, so I’ll leave it to you to decide if that is the right way for you to plan. But make sure you do set goals and not just the big ones.

Set lots of tiny goals along the way and reward yourself for completing them.

It’s going to take time to achieve almost anything. If you don’t set small goals along the way you’ll never feel accomplished and will be much more likely to give up. Then you also need to reward yourself for each step. Don’t wait until the end for one big party. Keep yourself in a good mood the whole time. Use positive reinforcement on your own mind to keep steadily improving.

The 89 percent rule.

money-2724241_1920.jpgI once heard that you should only try your best until you are at 89 percent of your our goal. By trying to get that last one percent perfect you’ll be using up so much time and won’t be learning much. But what you learned from completing the first 99 percent will make your next attempt so much better. In other words, don’t be a perfectionist. Move on to the next step on the proses because you might not realize that you have made a huge mistake and need to restart completely. And the next time you do it it will be so much easier.

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What is the Plot of the Story of YOUR Life?

Why leave anything to chance? I think you can shape the plot of your life and completely plan it out. If you want to know how read on. This is the notepad I use in this post but it is not required: Accomplish Knock Knock Pad

Stop for a moment and write down things that you wish would happen in your life. These are the “maybe nevers”. Its a place for my mind to wander freely without my stamping out ideas and in a way it’s a bucket list. Here we return to the determination aspect and ask:

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If your life were a book, what would your end goal be?

If you were the very skilled main character what would you be able to do?

Some of mine are:

Have an amusement park (like The Wizarding World of Harry Potter) made off of one of my works

and

Speak fluent Japanese

Then we need to break it down into smaller and smaller goals, things that seem reasonable to achieve.

The next section is the “somedays”. These should relate to the “maybe nevers” and build up to them but are still goals in their own right.

What do want to tell your kids about?

What would make you the hottest bachelor in your town?

What is on your bucket list?

Two of mine are:

Speak at a convention

Go to Japan for the 2020 Olympics

These both are huge accomplishments that can build up and lead to these other goals.

The “near futures” section I think of as later in this year or in the next two. These can more directly lead up to the “somedays”.

Where do you see yourself in two years?

What do you want to change in your life right now?

What can you do to take your career to the next level?

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Some of mine:

Get published

get hired at either a film company or prop house

get a youtube play button

and then I wrote down one that surprised me: Launch a product for sale.

I had no idea this was a goal of mine but when I was thinking through what my goals for my blog were I realized I wanted to make a little bit of money off of it. ($5 a month so I could justify paying for the site).

The next smallest section of the list is ‘weekend’ followed by ‘tomorrow’ and ‘today’.

I don’t like this breakdown. For the most part, I write out my goals at night on the weekend so my list looks a little more like this: ‘This week’ ‘tomorrow’ and ‘asatte’ (day after tomorrow in Japanese). But you might want to break it down into months or weeks first.

But how does this directly correlate with uncovering the plot of your life? Well, you can only look so far into the future before things get cloudy. I write out as many steps as I can and break it down as much as a can but there are many splits in life and you can never tell what twist and turns await you. So don’t get to far ahead of yourself

So in order to have an amusement park, my work has to be popular enough to have a panel, one way to make my work popular is to post on my blog and on youtube, in order to get fans on these platforms I have to come up with and post content.

In order to make my livelihood off of my passion, I have to get a job in the industry so that I can work my way up, to do that I have to move to where the job I want is which means that I have to graduate so ill put all my homework in my planner.ian-schneider-66374-unsplash.jpg

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Find Your Style and Dress Like a Main Character

Dressing like a badass is the best way to “fake it till you make it”. No matter how you define badass, you can figure out your style and start feeling more comfortable in your own skin. Almost every character you find, from kids cartoons to video games wears the same thing every day. While I don’t recommend that I can tell you how to find a style you love.

Find people you love

Go online and look up characters you admire. Whether they are drawn or real people, pay attention to what they wear, someone picked it out for a reason. Try to pay attention to what they have in common. Look up different real-life people and find styles you like then search for more similar styles. I have a Pinterest board and the best pictures ate saved to a folder on my laptop.A lot of the pictures I saved had girls with short hair and side bangs.png

You Can Do the Same Thing with Clothing

Go to you’re closet and go through it, looking for pieces that fit with this style. I found that a lot of my clothes could be worn a different way to fit my style. Remember you were drawn to those pieces of clothing for a reason. You probably don’t want a complete overhaul of your wardrobe. Move them all the best pieces to one side of your closet. You don’t have to throw out the other stuff but you probably will in time.

Now you just need to look for the few staple pieces you don’t have.

The next thing I’ll recommend (like any good Oregonian) is to go to a high-end thrift store and look around. You’ll find the widest selection of all types of brands. There will be styles from all different eras and body types. It’s also nice because it’s cheap. If you end up changing your mind you haven’t spent too much. It’s a good way to slowly change out your closet and find new styles that flatter your body type.

A lot of the pictures I saved had girls with short hair and side bangsAnother thing I’ve found very helpful is to choose one statement piece that you were almost every day.

Things like cool looking gloves, hats, belts, and scarves are things that epic main characters have. Look around on Amazon, Etsy and wish to find some very specific statement pieces. Go back to your pictures and see if there are any of these pieces that show up time after time.

That’s what you should spend the most money on.

A spin-off of this idea is the talisman. Many main characters have a bracelet, necklace or other statement objects they have with them every day. Read more here:

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Find YOUR Talisman

So many characters have a talisman, whether it’s a necklace or bracelet or other good luck charms, it’s essential for becoming the main character of YOUR life. Now if you read the last post about dressing like a main character you have a collection of photos of characters and people whom you want to dress like. If not that’s fine but you may want to:

pocket-watch-2031021_1920.jpgStart by browsing the web for cool objects to bring with you every day

You want to find something small and unforgettable. Make sure you have a strong connection with this object. You can find these things on Ebay, Craigslist, Etsy, even Amazon but you can also…

Explore the real worldurban-438393_1920.jpg

If you live near a city there is probably either a specialty store or a second-hand store that will have unique objects. I visited a rare coin store, a mystic store, goodwill, a drag queen store, Chinatown, a bookstore boutique and a few other places just to see what they would have.

You don’t need to go all over the place to find your special object but these are some ideas about where to check. Then you can attach this thing to a string or bracelet and find a way to keep it with you all the time.

klee-941597_1920.jpgMake a wish.

Whether you want to bless the object under the full moon or ask God to bless it, do whatever you need to in order to feel you have a good luck charm. I like to come up with a saying to go with my object. “Everything always works out for me.” Comes to mind whenever I see my talisman. This goes into a deep set idea for me and it doesn’t always make sense to everyone else so you need to come up with your own.

To find out how I came up with mine and create your personal mantra come back next week and subscribe so you’ll be notified when I post it.

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I Don’t Want to Be Me Remedy!

So I had a quarter life crises. I didn’t want to be who I was. If you want to wake up and be someone new tomorrow well… I can tell you what I did.

1. Start by making a list of people you want to be likejustin-luebke-92162-unsplash.jpg

I wrote down my favorite characters from TV, anime, games, movies and real human peoples who I wanted to be like. They all tended to match my character type which we found in the last section.

alexis-fauvet-499829-unsplash.jpg2. Next, you want to narrow down the specific traits you admire.

There are plenty of characters that I love who are serial killers but that’s not the trait that makes me like them and not something I want to become.

Mine were:

Confident . Quick-Witted . Charismatic . Suave . Skilled– Jack of All Trades . Influential . funny . Outgoing

There were others on my list but I felt like these were the ones I most needed to work on.

Then I did what every savy teenager does when faced with a problem.

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So basically I went to Wiki how and skimmed the posts. I looked for commonalities between the personality traits and started making a list of things to change.

Ones I see a lot are:

Stand Up Straight . Dress for Success . Smile More

So then we have some things to improve upon. I looked up tips on how to remember to do these things. Choosing a few simple things to start working on makes it much less overwhelming.

4. Fake it til you make itsharon-garcia-458002-unsplash.jpg

Wake up every morning and pretend you are the main character of your life. Act like those characters, respond how that character responds. If you keep pretending it will become habit. Then you will be that person. This has to do with the way the synapses connect in the mind to create habits.

5. Define success for yourselfjonathan-daniels-399452-unsplash.jpg

The easiest way to do this is to write out your dream life. Imagine how you want to be living if everything in life was promised to you. This is a technique I learned in a college class it’s not just some stupid thing I made up. If you want to wake up tomorrow and be a new person you have to know what you’re aiming for. Don’t skip this step. I know it seems hard.

Heres how mine starts:

I live in a house overflowing in treasures from other countries. It is open air in some rooms and looks out over a huge garden on a lot of acreage by the ocean. It is luxurious while still having the tiki/treehouse theme.

ornella-binni-102185-unsplash.jpg6. Make a new set of standards

Nothing in you’re life is going to change unless you hold yourself to taking the better route not the easier one. The best way of doing this is to make a list of standers that you hold yourself to so you don’t cheat later. You need to set goals in a few categories.

Relationship . Financial . Health . Character . Hobbies . Career

To inspire you, here are a few of mine:

At work, I will find coworkers who can teach me a lot of skills in life and work but also honor me and my contribution.

I will make friends who are fun loving yet refined and intelligent. They will encourage me to be my best as well as teach me new things.

I will spend money on only necessities like food but will be able to treat myself to the few thing that will really make me happy.

I will set aside money to travel from each paycheck.

For more information take a look at this PDF!

Now that you have a clear idea of who you want to wake up as tomorrow let’s move to the next section where we define your style and help you dress for success!

 

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The 5 Best Resources for Discovering Yourself

Hey guys! I wanted to give you my favorite resources for defining a personality type.  These are great to go through if you are confused about what you want to do with your life or if you want to express why you are different from other people.

Let’s start off with the Myers Briggs types. Now I’m sure you’ve heard of this before but I wanted to give you other options than taking they very long test. This first video by psych2go breaks down what each letter stands for. The video right after that has each of the 16 types listed out and the traits of each. Even if you aren’t trying to write a character it’s a very useful video.

Sokanu Career Test is an absolutely brilliant test that looks at what kind of job would be best for you based on your values, personality and preferences. In the first third of the quiz they already had identified the three main jobs I was interested in. By the end of it, they had a very interesting mix of jobs I had and hadn’t seen before. I fully recommend this tool!how-career-test-works.213fc6f144cb6 Fascinating Character Types is a VERY short article that talks about a few different characters types you see in writing. If you’ve seen my post on the six types of main characters you’ll notice some differences. I focus on the character pre-flaw whereas this posthas much more human characteristics.6-Fascinating-Character-Types

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Big 5 Personality test You don’t actually need to take the test to see the grading scale. It’s a very interesting way to compare where you currently are and what you’d like to get better at.

 

 

I hope you found this helpful! What other ways do you know of categorizing personality traits?

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Create Your Mantra Catchphrase

I started saying “Everything always works out for me” when I was in middle school. I realized that no matter what I did time would keep on passing.  And because I was still alive everything must be working out for me. I wasn’t paralyzed, I was recovering from my dyslexia, I had a wonderful family and even if I was stressed over a test or being popular, time would keep passing and that would no longer be a problem, eventually.

This doesn’t make sense to everyone but I adopted it as my catchphrase for many years. It motivated me to get through hard times and my family would repeat it back to me when I was upset. It kept me going through rough times.

So how do you create a personal mantra?dacb3f82526cc4e3d3a84a5c6ffc6dfa.jpg

Get inspiration by going on Pinterest. There are lots of board of motivational sayings. Including my small one. These are good starting places. If one envokes a very strong feeling in you it might be a keeper.

Keep it short

When choosing a saying make sure it’s something that’s short and easy to say. You want this to be something that is memorable and easy for others to get with a lot of explanation.

Try affirmations

There are tons of affirmations out there for you to choose from. I’d suggest picking just one thing you want to work on. This should be something you return to whenever you are having a hard time. You want to pick something that will make you happy or remind you of your goal.

Try saying it loud.

Does it make you feel confident? You can’t have a catchphrase unless you’re willing to say it at least once a week. Don’t be afraid to say it to others at let them know what you stand for. Make sure it represents who you are and who you want to become. Mine was confident, carefree and youthful, what are to components of yours?

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Times of my Life- a short story

You’ll never quite know how valuable a life is until you take one for yourself. It’s sudden, when a life drains from the life of your opponent. But you know it’s a necessary evil. The monsters drop one by one, they’ve never seen a gun before.

The first one you’ll kill will be the toughest. A triceratops. A baby. When it falls it will leave a heavy weight on your shoulders. You’ll bury it under a thin layer of dirt. Next time you’ll bring a shovel.

It won’t be long before you go after another one. It will be bigger, a Titanosaur. Your father taught you that. You bury this one deeper, preserve it better.

Interest builds when they dig up your Pachycephalosaurus. You realise this is going to be happening much more often. Marking your location gets harder as your dad gets much more famous. They say your intuition is spot on. You don’t know what it means but that’s ok.

The money lets daddy get a bigger house. He’s nearly famous and your house nearly a museum. You start feeling like taking lives is worth it. The maid replaces your mom. The raptors die. Your dad is more busy with the more kills you make. The butler takes over his house work. You don’t have to go to school. You know more about the dinosaurs than the professionals; you’ve seen them.

You’re older now, used to you job. The killing is easier, cleaner. You aren’t as worried about showing off the time stone, it fits comfortably in your hand. Dad was supposed to be home but there are two black cars outside. You come in quietly. He’s on the floor in the living room, agents are standing over him, questioning him. You hide the stone but it’s not good enough.

You’re questioned and they take it from you. You don’t say what it’s really for. Silence is the key, you speak as little as possible. They don’t know how you kill them. They need to talk to your dad more. To bad he doesn’t know anything.

They put you on a plane. The ride takes hours. Your cousin was raised in Japan with your aunt and uncle. You speak little Japanese but they’re the only family you’ve got. They put you in the attic. It’s small and cold, nothing like the mansion in the hilltop. They put you in school with him.  It doesn’t help you’re a couple grade levels ahead of him.

You stay quiet in class. Keep your head down. Be respectful. You’re worried about your dad. You’re worried your brain will cave in. You’re worried about wording to much. Hikaru says you can’t worry yourself too much. Hikaru has bad grades. He likes to try speaking English at the dinner table. He doesn’t understand.

The adults grieve for you. They worry about you. You are cold to them because you have to much on your mind. Hikaru is worried about you too. He says to make friends.

Yuki tried to talk to you in class. You didn’t understand what he said. There was something about a club. You act shy but know you’re a killer. He’s cute, sweet even. He sits by you in class and keeps you from being picked on.

You’ve gotten pretty good at Japanese by the time Shion sits across the table from you. You know he’s been teasing you. Ignoring him is the only thing that shuts him up. He comes over to the house, one of Hikaru’s friends. You lock yourself in the attic.

Hikaru tells you to meet him in a different room after class. You get lost but find it and open the door. It smells of roses and sunshine pours in through the windows onto the huge open room. The tables are glass and sparkling and the room chatters happily. You tug the door closed but there he is, holding the door open. Sora’s eyes shine like the sky. He brings you into the room, flirtatious as always. Yuki and Shion are there. They are treating some girls to a tray of sweets. Hikaru is nowhere in sight.

Sora can speak English better than anyone. He’s move to Japan when he was 12. He started the club where they treat girls right. He calls it a host club, and gives me some tea. He asks about Hikaru and then runs me down on the rules. No touching only treating the girls like princess.

Hikaru is late. He comes in with his satule open and papers flying everywhere. Others find him attractive. He’s indoctrinated me into the club. I’m supposed to be the shy guy. I guess I was popular.

The first girl was Ame. It looked like she had silky hair. She liked to talk and wouldn’t mind if I didn’t say a word. I liked to listen to her stories, they taught me more Japanese.

Next was Toru. She came from another boy who graduated. She was a sad girl. I tried to care for her. Sora said I did well. I trust him.

The others wanted to hang out. They would skate board over to the house and we’d all go down town. Ikuto was there. He was a pushover but I liked him. Sora made eye contact with me a lot. He said a lot to me. I didn’t like to respond but he kept talking.

Things were easy. We had fun. Then one day it changed. It was near the end of the year. No one wanted to say good bye. The host club took the girls out to the museum of natural history. The boys didn’t know anything. I taught them all about each skeleton. I had brought down some of these beasts. I didn’t tell them that. The girls swooned. Sora was impressed. I liked the way he smiled at me.

Some creep showed up. He hung around the back of the girls. I could tell the club was watching him. We were all worried. He grabbed a girl’s butt. I stepped right up to him and grabbed his arm. He was plastered against the wall, quaking under my shouts. When I left him to help the girls they all clumped around me. I was much more popular then. There was a glittery stone on display that I wanted. No one noticed when the clumsy guy knocked the display over. The security guard didn’t know anything was missing.

That night Hikaru told me I could go back home for summer. I wasn’t as happy as I thought. He told the club too. I went out into the woods that night with the stone. When I hunted my pray I was grinning. I found it by the sea shore and slaughtered it with a box cutter and too much dry air. I buried it and said a prayer.

I surprised the guys with tickets to England by the end of the week. They were all thrilled. The plane ride was much less boring. I was happy to drive the up to the house on the hill. They were very impressed. I introduced the maid and butler. They had taken very good care of the house while I was gone.

The next morning I came down for breakfast in a sundress. Everyone was dead silent and stared at me. I got worried. Sora was the last to speak but the first one I understood. ‘Boku’. I had been referring to myself as male like my dad had. They thought I was a boy. They all seemed confused. I understood. But Sora was different. He seemed more relaxed around me, more joking.

I set up a dance at my place. I wished my dad had been there. The long red and gold dress I had on made the boys blush. I set them up one by one with my old friends. Sora seemed pissed by the time I had finished setting up the others. He asked the me where his wife was. That wasn’t something he would normally say. I said on the deck and he walked outside.

I followed him out and closed the door. He was dense at first so I just kissed him. He turned into an emotional mess after that. He danced well though. Sora treated me like a princess long after we finished dating. My dad was back in time to see our wedding.

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The Underground

This is the start of a short story…

The rope burned against my wrists. My skin was rubbed raw I tried to wriggle free of it again. I bit my lip, the blindfold falling further over my eyes. The room was so loud I couldn’t make out what anyone was saying. Chatter was ramped. Lots of were people walking around me, laughing and yelling. I was stuck to a rough wooden pole. I jerked away from it again, my vest jingling slightly. Then I felt another hand grab my chin and turn my head up and away from my shoulder. It had been useless to fight against this tug before so this time I went along with it. I grimaced at the long cold fingers that grabbed me.

My heart pounded in my throat. I was usually able to keep my cool but not today, not here. Struggling against the ropes again, I heard a shout in my direction. I went limp and pulled my head away from the stranger’s hands. The fingers left me and I heard him walk away. There were people all around me. I knew it would be impossible to escape but I couldn’t just give up. Another hand found me, but this one didn’t go right to grab my head, it was on my shoulder. This grip was softer but with a large hand. He nudged me back against the post. More loud talking, right in front of me. Then the hand left me.

The blindfold was tugged off my face. Right in front of me were bright gray eyes that studied me. He smiled at me as I blinked and tried to focus on him so close to me. The man, just a little older than me, maybe 25, pulled away from me and turned say something to the person beside him. I still didn’t understand what he said. I looked around him. Other kids, gaged, blindfolded and attached to pillars stretched the length of the room.

Walking up and down the line of children were men in large dark clothes right out of the gothic era. They were all talking loudly as some crowded around kids and looked at them. The young man looked back at me, and this time when he grinned I could see his fangs. It had been just what I feared, a vampire den. The man brushed whips of hair out of my face. He leaned forward, getting closer and closer to me. His eyes drifted to my neck and I went stiff. I tried to burrow my head into my shoulders. The vampire pulled back slightly and looked at me.

His hand found the side of my face. He studied me.

“The more you relax, the less this will hurt.” His English was smothered with a thick vamprish accent.

I had never heard a vampire speak English. He was going to suck my blood, whether I let him or not. Every inch of my skin crawled. I wanted him away from me, dead in a ditch so he couldn’t devour any more of my friends. But here I was, stuck in front of him at his mercy. I closed my eyes. I would die with honor, not fear.

Straightening my head and relaxing my shoulders, I kept my eyes closed. He gently brushed more hair out of the way. I could feel him get close to me and his teeth brushed up against my neck. My whole body got tense and my hands immediately turned to fists. Something of a fine point, like that of a nail or a needle, broke my skin near my jaw. Then, before his other fang even touched me, he pulled away.

“What am I thinking.” He laughed and looked at the seller. “Were you just going to let me eat him and not pay for him first?”

A wave of conversation washed over me. I could suddenly understand everyone. The vampire before me, in a vest with a black button down, took out a wallet and handed over some cash money to the person beside me. Then he looked back at me, looking up and down my body.

“What’s all this you have on you?” He asked.

I looked down at myself, the guns and knives and crosses that were supposed to be tucked away in my pockets were now hanging by their chains. My bag of garlic was missing as were the wooden stake crosses I should have had strapped to my back.

“Go ahead, speak.” He said.

I opened my mouth but my body was still in shock from being bitten. My vocal chords won’t work, not to mention I didn’t speak any of the vampiric languages.

“You’re a hunter, aren’t you?” He spoke coldly. “Can I play a game with you? Since you can’t speak just listen. I’ll cut your rope and you can do one of two things. One: you may run. The exit is just down this far hall and you take a left at the fork. Or two: you can submit to me by falling to your knees and not get up.” I glared at him as he smiled. “Do you think you can get past all these vampires unscathed? Let’s begin.”

He took the knife that was dangling from my side and slashed the rope behind my back. I lost my balance with the sudden release of strain on my hands. On my knees, I slowly raised my head and looked at him. Taking a deep breath, I shut my eyes. Then I stood up and bolted straight down the hall, past him and all the other vampires. I broke my hands out of the last of the rope and shook them. Rubbing the trickle of blood off my neck, I looked at my hand and smirked.

All my good weapons were gone. I pulled the gun from my waist and held it tightly by me. I snatched that hat off of someone I passed. Putting it on my head I realized It was not a good enough disguise. I could see heads turning as I rushed by. Up ahead I could see a dead end. Breathing as carefully as possible while running for my life, I saw a door off to the side. I threw it open and ran inside. The first vampire on the other side of the door got smacked over the head with my gun. He stumbled back and stared at me.

I felt a cold hand wrap around my wrist. It was pulling my inside where kids lay dead all around my feet. I jerked away from it and tried to get myself back out into the hall. Someone tripped me and grabbed my arms to pull me into a group of three hungry jaws. I could see fangs closing in on me from all angles. My gun dryfired, they had taken all the bullets too. Accepting the last moment of my life, I was calmed by the thought that I had fought up to the very end. The gang hopefully would find resolve in knowing, or at least believe that.

Then I felt a tug on my neck. I fell out of the grasps of the three men who had surrounded me. A gentle arm was placed around my collarbone. The vampire with gray eyes bent down beside my head. I felt a cloth wrap it’s way around my neck.

“Sorry boys, this one’s taken.” He said and kissed my hairline.

He finished wrapping my neck with the transparent cloth and a light glowed from my neck for an instant. I could see, in the reflection of a large button on the cloak of the man in front of me that a black symbol somewhat like the outline of a forest had appeared right over the wound on my neck. The vampire then turned me around by using his arm as leverage and started walking me back the way we came.

I pulled away from him, ducking out from under his arm. As I tried to run, my head whipped back. The vampire was holding my hood and he was pulling me down the dark hall. His glowing eyes cast a gaze at me that I could only read as ‘where do you think you’re going?’ And I turned around to walk beside him. His instructions to get to the exit had been accurate and it occurred to me that if I had done what he said I might have been able to escape.

He shoved the door open and we were out of the auction room and in the cold night air. I looked up at the sky. There was still a lot of black smoke in the air, blocking out the sun. It couldn’t have been very long since I was kidnapped. The darkness the vampire’s polluted the sky with only lasted 13 days. I had been kidnapped on the fourth day of darkness.

“Have you found your voice yet?” He asked as we stood just outside of the building.

I shook my head no, not even wanting to try.

“That on your neck will keep any other vampire from snacking on you.” He said and then reached down and put a leather bracelet on my wrist. “This will force you to obey me. No, you can not take it off.”

I jerked my hand away and tried to find the clip but it had disappeared. In its place was the same tree outline thing that was on my neck. He watched me studying it. Then, before I was done trying to figure out what it was, his hand touched my chin. I looked up at him quickly.

“You’re very cute.” He said.

I pulled away from him, blushing slightly.

“What is your name?”

I kept my eyes off him and looked at the cracked cement. He knew I couldn’t answer but still he looked at me.

“Did they bite you, the others? Is that why your voice is still gone?”

I turned over my wrist to show him a long bloody gash. He made a face and grabbed my hand. I watched with wide eyes as he dropped to one knee and kissed the blood on my hand. Jerking my hand away, I watched him lick his lips and stand up. He took a small bandage from his pocket and held it out to me. I gently took it and wrapped my wound. My stomach was turning over and I felt cold.

“You look quite pale.” He said and placed his hand on top of my head. “You’re taking to this badly.”

I looked to him, my knees shaking beneath me. The world was fuzzy and I felt like I could have fallen over at any moment. The vampire turned his back to me and knelt down.

“I’ll carry you home.” He said and looked back at me. “Some kids just don’t take well to being bitten.”

I gently reached out and touched his back, if only to stabilize myself. Then I felt myself give out and I fell into him. I couldn’t even keep my head up as he lifted me up onto his back. Resting my head on my arm, I couldn’t see where he was taking me. I tried to hold on, afraid he would drop me if I didn’t. But my mind slipped into black.

I work up in bed and sat straight up. It was still dark out. My heart was racing. I grabbed my shirt and held it just to make sure I was really awake. As I looked around I quickly realized I was not in my room. I got up and went to the door immediately. It was unlocked. I started into a hallway and up some stairs, as quiet as I could. At the top I could see a living room and a big door. I knew that was the front door, and it was right there, no more that ten feet away from me.

The vampire was sitting on the couch with his back to the door. It looked like he was reading a newspaper or something. All I had to do was walk silently behind him to the door and then run for my life and there would be no way he could find me. I started creeping across the carpet, my eyes glued to him.

He didn’t move a muscle but said. “Good morning.”

I stood there praying that someone else would answer. He could have been on the phone or maybe there was someone I couldn’t see in the room or some pet. No one else said anything but I didn’t dare to move.

“Don’t make me chase you down and kill you.” He said and then set down the newspaper and looked over his shoulder at me. “Come over here and sit down.”

I looked at the door and then slowly walked over to the couch and sat on the ottoman. He smiled at me and nodded. My heart was not pounding as quickly now but I was still staring down the door.

“The primary reason I got you was to snack on you.”

My eyes snapped back to him. “I-”

I had nothing to hold over him, no bargaining cards, nothing to offer him or take away from him. Taking a deep breath I looked right into his cold gray eyes.

“I have a request. Please kill me. I couldn’t stand eating other humans so please don’t turn me.”

His face twisted into a smile. He laughed quietly.

“Don’t worry, you won’t be dead for a long time.” He stood up and walked over to the window to look out over the black town. “I’ll just drink a little from you every now and again. That’s the way it used to be, harvesting blood from a few humans instead of culling hundreds.”

“So-” I looked at him standing there. “So I’m going to be a cow? A sheep? A tortured soul who you torment for years?”

“I sure hope not.” He turned around and smiled at me. “I’d like it if you willingly let me drink from you. And I’ll try to keep you happy.”

I shook my head and took a step back. A loud bang came from outside and I jolted looking out the window by the door.

“It’s just some kids playing with there food.” He said. “You know how they’ll eat just about anything they can catch.”

 

 

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