Idea of the Day-The Slender Trees

The Slender Trees (Story Idea)

New Littleton, Pennsylvania. 
When police detective Michael Huntington first moved here in 2005, he knew it would be the right place. Nice location, clean, good-sized town, everything a man could wish for. His wife loved it, too. She needed a good place to raise their unborn child. Everything seemed just fine in the town nicknamed "The Heart of All Good."

But those times have changed.

The strong-willed Detective left the agency when he accidentally shot a small girl. She was five years old, and she was in the middle of a crime scene. A drug smuggler was running around and ran into Detective Huntington, right next to the girl's house. The Smuggler used the girl as a human shield and she got the best of Michael's gunshot. He left the agency the next day, five days before his wife died in a car crash.

Four years later, Michael is raising his small child in the same town, not able to bring himself to leave. He's a mailman now, and his son, Jamie, is the only human he loves. 

But New Littleton has changed, too.

People are disappearing, right out from under the population's noses. They just...vanish. The police are on the subject harder than ever, trying to decipher strange notes on the walls of the missing people's houses. They all say different things, but most depict one strange image that looks somewhat like a tall man in a black suit. 

Michael Huntington has no interest in this topic until his boy, Jamie, disappears, too. He swore never to be a detective again, but the one person that he still cares about is gone, and he won't let that slide.

He has no knowledge of where Jamie is. No one has seen the kidnapper. He has not a clue of how the enemy took his son. But he has one place to start:

The tall man in a black suit.

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This is a story that might possibly be turned into a screenplay, or a story in first person perspective. I will post stuff from this soon. 


c. Taylor Ward 2012. All rights reserved.

Idea of the Day-The Greys

The Greys (Story Idea)
At Shepard Academy, one of the biggest middle schools in southern California, people are freezing up. Literally, they seem to stop moving through time and space. They just...stop.
But it only lasts for ten seconds at a time.
It all started when Tessa Seer was reading the safety procedures in Mrs. Belring's classroom. She went down the list:
Tornadoes
Fire
Gas Leak
Lockdown
Earthquake
Alien Invasion
When she hit the last one, she thought she was hallucinating. She pulled out the folder and opened it. The only words on the page read:

RUN. WHATEVER YOU DO, WHATEVER YOU THINK ABOUT DOING, JUST RUN. DON'T LOOK BACK. GET AS FAR AWAY AS YOU CAN. RUN.

She shakily put the folder back, leaving the classroom as the bell snapped her out of her thoughts. 
In the bustling hallways, she sped to her locker, avoiding eye contact with anyone. As she unlocked her combination, she took notice of Harold, the new kid, chasing his pen around the floor as it got kicked around by busy feet. He tried to dodge other people, but kept getting thrown around. And then he stood up and looked around, to make sure that no one was watching. Outstretching his arm, he took a deep breath in, and the pen flew from the floor into his hand. Like a tape of someone throwing it being rewound, it just leaped off the tiles into his fingers. Tessa, not caring if this was an invasion or not, ran. She ran hard. She threw her binder on the ground and pushed her way through the halls, down the stairs, and to the front doors. 
But they wouldn't budge. 
She slammed hard against them, feeling like she was going to die. No one came to see what was the matter, no one even seemed to hear her screams. All she knew was one thing:
They were locked in.

I will likely post small excerpts from this soon. It will be transferred to first person narrative.


c. Taylor Ward 2012. All rights reserved.

Blog Post-Writer's Block

Writer's Block
Allo, fellow readers and writers! 
So, as many of you know, writers like me often come across a nasty little something called Writer's Block. This is when a writer can't think of what to write, is stuck trying to decide what happens next, or just meets some obstacle that keeps 'em from writing. Well, I've gathered a few tips over the months to help face it from other sources. I've paraphrased them to avoid any plagiarism stuff. 


-If you get Writer's Block, it might mean that something with the text before it is not right. You may need to go back and look over, to see how the story could keep moving if it has changed. 


-Sometimes you just need to get away from your writing for a while to recuperate. Get out of your little writer bubble and go do something else, to relax you writing muscles.


-Look for ideas in other places. Go out, watch TV, read another book, etc. It doesn't matter how you do it, just get your creative juices flowing again.


This one is my favorite:


-Writer's Block doesn't exist. All it is is a mental roadblock that tells you that you're stuck. The best way to get past it is to WRITE. Even if the writing is terrible, just plow through it and you'll get past.


Thanks for reading, peeps! Hope it was useful. 




c. Taylor Ward 2012. All rights reserved.

Idea of the Day-The Chills

The Chills

Don't let them touch you.

If they touch you, you're dead.

They'll suck the body heat out of you until you're nothing but an old, frozen corpse, lying in rot, picked at by Viper Gulls. 
They're tall. Very tall. Seven feet of eerie cold beast. Their bulging heads and long mouths and protruding necks will get to you before you know it. And you'll find them staring deep into your weakling eyes and they will inhale.
Then it's over.
All the heat in your body will leave you. Leave you dead. Leave you as a an old, frozen corpse, lying in rot, picked at by Viper Gulls. Leave you touched by the Chills.

Sounds lovely, doesn't it?


c. Taylor Ward 2012. All rights reserved.