Blurb- Draft

Sam thinks he's normal. Completely and utterly normal. Until the FBI kicks down his door.
Now he's running, and he's finding the answers to questions that would be better unknown.
Who is Sam? Why is he being hunted?
And what defines a human being?

Inspiration

MOAR IDEAS
So, yes, if you read this blog, ideas will come
100 points for anyone who can get where I got that from.
Anyway
A zombie apocalypse story, inspired by the Walking Dead game. A must play/watch let's play.
A vampire story. Traditional vampires, hunters and a few original ideas of my own to add into the mix. Inspired by Hellsing Ultimate Abridged, because I've never watched the original.
An unknown idea, but it's going to be inspired by many anime I haven't watched yet, but have been studying up on.
Okay, I think there's only one left.
Twilight of the West, by some German dude. Try not to look it up, because the images don't do justice to the real thing. Go to Canberra, into the National Art Gallery, and look at it. Some of the finest art I've ever seen. I saw a Picasso at the same time, and it was nothing compared to this. The pure destruction shown in this is brilliant. So yes, this has inspired me to make another War story, but this one will be epic.

I think that's it for now. See ya!

Matthew Tenacious

Well, you three people who commented said that you'd like your own Tenacious story
I tried...
But it ended up as the same setting Heroes of a Super Variety is going to be, and I found that Tenacious ened up working in the background, which is what he does, but I wanted to show him working in the background
It always hurts to scrap an idea.
So either back to the drawing board, which is currently being stubbornly blank, or the fanfic. This is not to ask your opinion, I'm simply keeping you updated
Peace out

Tenacious

One of the best characters I've made, in my opinion. Now I need your opinion on a matter
Should I continue to write Tenacious as a SP fan-fic, with Skul and Val appearing quite often, and other characters I've made that I like appearing (none you've seen, I think) or should I make it it's own story?
I could make it's own story. Personally, I think it could be better as a fan-fic, but not being completely sure I'd like to hear your tale on the situation. If you give a few reasons for your opinion also, that would be great.
PEACE OUT

A Strange Killer: Chapter 3 - Partners and Anger

Not exactly what I wanted for this chapter, but maybe it worked. Either way, the next chapter should be better

Partners were one of those things that came in all shapes and sizes. They could be weak, by the book. Or a tough, stupid in your face kind of person. A control freak. A risky idiot.

An insane, angry murderer.

Zathract sighed. He had already broken something, which had come in the form of a criminal’s face. So he wasn’t angry anymore. Just… annoyed. He did not need a partner, any more than he wanted one.

He thought about the closest thing he had to a partner recently. Ah, there was the anger again.

Nixion Strange.

Zathract had saved his life, and together they had saved not only Australia, but the world. True, maybe Nix had repaid the debt, but if Zathract had saved his life just as many times and Nix had saved his, did that make them even? Was that the only reason Nix had stayed all those years? Because he felt he owed Zathract?

No, that wasn’t it. There must have been times when they were even, maybe Nix even saved him more than Zathract had once or twice before he left. No, something else must have changed…

 He sighed. His thoughts were mixed, jumbled, hardly making any sense. He had put off going to the Sanctuary for too long now. He strode out the door and got on his motorbike. He remembered once it had crashed and Nix and fixed it. Good as new, though Nix had scowled like it was a horrible inconvenience.

As he rode, he struggled against the tide of memories threatening to wash him away. This was not the time for reminiscing.

The Sanctuary, as per usual the last few weeks, was busy. Everything looked like a mess, with offices having paper all over the floor, sorcerers running from door to door, and the general feel of panic in the air.

Zathract walked down the corridors, looking calm and collected compared to his fellow workers. There were times when Zathract wished he wasn’t so Sanctuary based. Of course, he used to do his own thing a lot more. But things change, and more to the point, people change.

Zathract and Nix were perfect examples of that.

“Detective Mist,” the Grand Mage said and Zathract walked into the chamber. None of the other elders were there. Only Zathract, the Grand Mage, and a boy that was probably the temp partner. Zathract gave him a quick glance.

He couldn’t be older than seventeen, but possibly younger. He had dirty blonde hair, and his skin was tanned. His grin was cocky, and his eyes a piercing green. Like Zathract’s had been. He wore fairly simple clothes, regular blue jeans and a green T-shirt under a black coat. His cowboy style boots were scuffed. He had a lollypop in his mouth.

“Grand Mage,” Zathract said, looking away from the boy. “How are things?”

“Same as yesterday,” the Grand Mage said, raising an eyebrow. He grabbed his pen and started writing. After a few awkward seconds, he gestured to the boy without looking up.

“This is your partner for this case, Jamie Vaunting.”

Jamie took a step forward, his hand outstretched. “Nice ta meet ya.”

Zathract looked at him from a second before shaking the hand. He couldn’t quite place the accent. It sounded faintly African, although the boy was white.

“I trust that the two of you can co-operate for this case. I’ve heard good things from you Vaunting.” The Grand Mage still didn’t look up from his writing.

The boy grinned. “I’m guessin’ right alongside with the bad ones.”

Zathract turned around and walked out. Jamie quickly followed him, not letting the sudden exit take him by surprise. Zathract walked into his office, and sat down. Vaunting sat down in the other, putting his feet up on the desk.

“So, what’s this case about then?”

Zathract looked at him until the feet were off the desk. “Nixion Strange has been behind the murder of seven Sanctuary agents, and we need to track him down.”

Vaunting raised an eyebrow. “Do I get to kill ‘im?”

“You couldn’t if you tried.” Zathract leaned back in his chair, looking at the boy. “How old are you?”

The cocky grin was back. “Seventeen in a few months.”

“So sixteen then,” Zathract said. Normally, when he met new agents, he would get a file on them. He knew absolutely nothing about this boy. “Where are you from?”

“Zimbabwe originally. But I go all over Africa.” The boy put his hands behind his head. “I occasionally help the Sanctuary. My father worked there. But I mostly do my own thing.”

“Anything else I should know?”

“Yeah, but you’ll learn it over time.” Vaunting grinned and took the lollypop out of his mouth.

Zathract stood. This was not going to end well.

Camp of the Damned: Prologue

“Never mistake silence for weakness. No one plans a murder out loud”

 

Sometimes, things just happen. Sometimes, people crash a car. Sometimes, people fall over. Sometimes, people go insane. Sometimes, people decide to kill others.

Trust me when I say sometimes, when things happen, it’s something you don’t want.

I didn’t want this. No one wanted this. No one who heard about it wanted this, but the people involved especially never wanted this. Except for one.

Dear god I wish this had never happened. The camp was the worst thing that could possibly come to anyone’s mind. This camp was hell- No, worse than hell.

This camp cost lives. This camp cost everything

This was the camp of the damned.

So yeah, that was the begining of my horror/thriller. The spirit of Halloween told me to write this. I don't even celebrate Halloween in the slightest.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed the start, hopefully more to come with some actual things happening

Stolen: Chapter 2

Took a long time, am I right? I had about 570 words of chapter 2 straight after I finished chapter 1, and was stuck. And tonight, it just came to me. Now I have 1,264 words
Enjoy!

This is where it used to be. I'm taking down anything I might consider getting published.