I kind of cheated. These pictures are perfect for my first book idea. I never wrote down more than the concepts on it (the idea somehow evolved into Illusions, though they really aren’t similar).

So I enjoyed writing a scene that gave the concept even more detail. (and got me excited to develop it further)

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By Joyce on 03.24.09 12:37 pm | Permalink

They couldn’t be trusted- those brown-eyed devils. They turned the earth against us, fire spurting up to destroy our world.

The extermination order had been delivered, the bounty had been named. My duty was clear- kill on sight.

And I don’t know what to do.

My hand didn’t shake as my stunner focused on him. But I couldn’t squeeze the trigger. My finger locked, paralyzed with fear.

His hazel eyes bore into mine. As if he knew my green ones were a fake.

“Who are you?” My mouth felt drier than the Sukonie Desert.

“You know who I am.”

“Don’t take another step, or I’ll shoot.”

“I don’t doubt it.” But he stepped closer.

My arm felt heavy. Too heavy to hold up the stunner. Too heavy to do anything but dangle at my side.

He wrapped his arms around me, and kissed my forehead.

Color flared through my mind. Filling my sight. Red, Yellow, Blue, Orange, Teal, Violet. Each violently pulsed in my brain, flashing faster and faster. I felt a click, heard it echo.

My body went limp in his arms. My mind soared with euphoria.

“You found me.” A tear squeezed it way beneath my closed lids.

“I never stopped searching.” He buried his face in my hair.

Then his lips formed to mine. Hotter than Ventar’s magma, softer than Morlina’s bossom. Our mouths raced to explore, to make up for stolen moments.

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By Joyce on 03.24.09 12:38 pm | Permalink

My head was pounding. I was trying to figure out where I was. I felt around me, afraid to open my eyes. The surface I was on was smooth, cold, and hard. I tried to open my eyes but there was a bright light above my head. Opening my eyes meant that the pounding would become even more severe. I started to panic and felt chills run up and down my back. Goose bumps appeared on my arms and legs and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. A small wimper escaped my lips as the fear over took my senses.

Voices, voices all around me. Echoing in the room. I needed to see who or what was near me. I couldn’t understand what they were saying, I opened my eyes with all the strength that I had. I was amazed at how little strength I seemed to have. Every muscle burned on fire.
My right eye couldn’t open more than a slit. I felt pain all around that eye. I wasn’t sure if I should touch it.
I looked about me, confusion at what I was seeing. At first I saw a pair of blue eyes, painted in such brilliant blue colors. I blinked and heard more mottled words. When I opened my eyes again there were about 5 different sets of eyes on me. Blue, green, purple, gold, and brown. I was very confused as to why I would be seeing purple and gold eyes. They were a very strange shade of both colors. Every eye had it’s own unique pattern around it. Lines in the color of their eye stretched out along their face in different styles. Some curved and swirly lines, some shaped like spiderwebs, some even looked like flames. I couldn’t see much of their faces. Their faces were very white exaggerating the colors.
Was I at the circus? I couldn’t explain what I was seeing any other way. A soft voice leaned down over my face and whispered in my ear.
“We have called an ambulance honey, you’ll soon be fine.”

An ambulance? Why would they need to call for help? I was sure I could just walk myself out of here. I tried to move, but 5 sets of hands clasped my body,
“Don’t move, honey, please don’t move until the ambulance gets here. I can hear the sirens now.”
I tried to open my mouth and as I did a sharp pain made me wince and cry out through my teeth.
“She’s so scared.” I heard one voice. It seemed the fog was starting to lift. I finally could understand what they were mumbling around me.
“Do you know where you are sweetie?”
I looked up to see a pair of green eyes. I tried to move my head to say no, but that hurt as well.
“You’re here on the strip. You were found on the street outside of the Belagio. Don’t worry you are safe now. I have you all covered up.”
All covered up? What was going on? All I could remember was brilliantly colored eyes all around me. I had no idea how I even got to Vegas.

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By Brenna on 03.24.09 1:16 pm | Permalink

Sorry to come in so late, but here’s my story.

Lexi walked through the strange new world, with its flashing signs and tall buildings. She did not understand what life-force sustained this planet. Concrete could not breathe. The humans had to receive oxygen from somewhere. The laws of physics for this planet were similar to her own, therefore, carbon monoxide turned to oxygen through a transfer from plants. There were no plants here. At least none she saw growing.

A window to a building had cut flowers and small plants in bowls behind it, but that could only sustain the people behind the glass. What kept the people on the street alive?

“Hey! Watch it!” a husky voice yelled.

Lexi looked into the man’s odd eyes and smiled. How peculiar, they stayed the same color, no matter his emotion. She cocked her head and studied his features. Yellow hair, almost the color of straw, blew around on his head. Eyes the color of the Velsner Sea stared back at her. A tuff of hair sat just below his bottom lip, but the rest of his face remained hairless. How strange.

“You okay, lady? That kid on that bike almost ran over you,” the man said.

“I would not have been injured, fine man. He was veering to the left when you yelled.” Lexi smiled her most alluring smile. On her world, men always responded positively when an attractive woman smiled at them. And Lexi had chosen pink eyes and yellow hair to wear today.

The man continued to gaze into her eyes. “Well, be careful. Some of these bike messengers don’t slow down for nothin’. Just sayin’.”

Lexi nodded at the man and began her walk again. There had to be a tree on this planet somewhere.

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By If You Give a Girl a Pen… » Blog Archive » WHO WANTS AN AGENT? on 03.24.09 5:47 pm | Permalink

I felt like a complete fraud. The truth is that I was, but I couldn’t let on.

My face was caked in unfamiliar makeup and my name was supposedly Amber – or was it Jade?
Crap. Which is it? Jade. Yes. Jade for sure.

You’d think doing these undercover stings time and time again, I’d be used to them.
Well, not this time.
This time was different.

I had to be so unlike myself. It was one thing to be a cop, but quite another to be an actress.
The drug stuff I could handle. Easy enough – act laid back, learn the people and the lingo. Cake.

This hooker thing…I don’t know..

I already mentioned the makeup, which made me uncomfortable as hell. Pink and purple 1980′s shadows with so much mascara I could catch a fly if I shut my eye at the right time. The absolute worst part was the fishnets. They were completely riding up my ass, along with this damned g-string, but I couldn’t fix them, for fear of ripping them to shreds.

Yeah, I was a hooker (for the night), but I still had some standards. Right. . . .
Again. Fraud.

My job was to meet this John in room 513 of the Old Towne Motel. Creative name. It was as nasty as it sounds. I still had twenty minutes. I guess I’d bide my time smoking.
I’m not a smoker, but I figured if I at least pretended, and therefore reeked of smoke, the John would find me more believable.

How did I end up in this situation?? Female cops always get the short end of the stick. I was as tough as any male, but they’d never let me prove it.
Advice – don’t choose a man’s profession. You’ll never get ahead.

I’m getting a bit off track, but so what. All I’m doing is waiting. Maybe he’ll be so damned horny he’ll show up early.

I should reapply my lipstick. I’ve noticed it’s slowly disappearing. It’s being reapplied to the cigarette filters.
Yep, I reach in my fancy pleather purse full of all kinds of sex toys and other goodies – a girl scout’s gotta be prepared, right?!?!! K, I found it. Ooh, nice and shimmery. Fabulous shade of pink. Looks like my grandmother’s. In fact, maybe it is. Is this one of the ones she pawned off on me, thinking I’d actually wear it? Well, if so, she was right. I don’t think this is what she had in mind, though.

Oh, wait a minute. I think I see him. I’m gonna pull out my phone and check the email with his picture attached. Yep. It’s him.

One final check for my wires – hope they’re working fine tonight. Don’t wanna end up in the morning paper. . . .
I think everything’s set.

Please cross your fingers for this fraud. I’m headed over to make him the deal of a lifetime.
Man, I need a new job.

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