The second chapter to my story will be posted soon enough, though I cannot give an exact time. I am still writting and I'm not sure where I will really put certain parts. My second and third chapters are kind of choppy and need to be put together properly before I post them.
But please feel free to show my blog to anyone who may be interested.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
more notes for my story
I may change the date to 1657
for this is when the idea of vampirism is first linked to witchcraft which is how my theory starts, with the "crazy" guy
in 1672 wave of vampire hysteria sweeps through Istra....this culd be linked to an epidemic of feeding and people being "turned" or infected
1710, vampire hysteria sweeps Prussia from there on poems and more dealing with vampires are brought into society
this "proves" existence of vampires, tell me what you think or if I have something wrong
for this is when the idea of vampirism is first linked to witchcraft which is how my theory starts, with the "crazy" guy
in 1672 wave of vampire hysteria sweeps through Istra....this culd be linked to an epidemic of feeding and people being "turned" or infected
1710, vampire hysteria sweeps Prussia from there on poems and more dealing with vampires are brought into society
this "proves" existence of vampires, tell me what you think or if I have something wrong
some ideas for my story
I'm planning on making the whole vampire thing less myhical and more scientific. So, Laura, I'll need your help to make that seem more real. It's going to be like this...in like the early 1000's some crazy genius medicine guy was trying to make a medicine that made us all healthier, it would cure any hing and make us better. What it did was create super humans(aka vampires) stronger faster, better sight hearing everything
but a side effect, super humans have super sensitivity. for one, we get sun burn when we are in the sun too long, so do these vampires but it happens way faster and it gets a lot worse. to the point where their skin boils within a minuteof being outside
Garlic...is a very base substance that can easily irritate the skin, so it burns them a little. (myth solved) holy water- way back when they were first made the people accused the medicine man of the devil's work because they did not inderstand this super human stuff, the religious people would make holy water with blackseed oil(an oil known to irritate the skin) and they would throw it on the vampires
when they would burn it was said that they were evil, for their bodies were rejectin the holy water (myth solved). So basically every ting is going to be explained
something abut immune systems being so great is preserves the body::immortality timeless youth
because they are super thay need a stonger life force/form of food
blood is what they discovered worked best
therefore the ones with this(disease I'll call i for now) evolve to have fangs in order to make their food more accesible. (myth solved)
now, I don't have all of the details for these theories but if something doesn't sound right please bring it to my attention
but here it is, the base of my story
I have the base some characters and even a first chapter but no plot...I have very little idea of what I'll do with this story
but a side effect, super humans have super sensitivity. for one, we get sun burn when we are in the sun too long, so do these vampires but it happens way faster and it gets a lot worse. to the point where their skin boils within a minuteof being outside
Garlic...is a very base substance that can easily irritate the skin, so it burns them a little. (myth solved) holy water- way back when they were first made the people accused the medicine man of the devil's work because they did not inderstand this super human stuff, the religious people would make holy water with blackseed oil(an oil known to irritate the skin) and they would throw it on the vampires
when they would burn it was said that they were evil, for their bodies were rejectin the holy water (myth solved). So basically every ting is going to be explained
something abut immune systems being so great is preserves the body::immortality timeless youth
because they are super thay need a stonger life force/form of food
blood is what they discovered worked best
therefore the ones with this(disease I'll call i for now) evolve to have fangs in order to make their food more accesible. (myth solved)
now, I don't have all of the details for these theories but if something doesn't sound right please bring it to my attention
but here it is, the base of my story
I have the base some characters and even a first chapter but no plot...I have very little idea of what I'll do with this story
chapter one of my story (kind of, it may change)
It is beginning to be to much. their emotions and my own, mixed. I can feel Olivia’s pain and it gives me headaches. Usually I can change others’ emotions, to make them feel better. Though when someone is feeling something so strong, there isn’t much that I can do. When her pain and guilt are crushing me, I can hardly muster enough strength to try to help her.
I’m empathic so I feel others’ emotions and can change them most of the time. Though one thing about it is that most of the time my own feelings radiate off of me. So those who know about it understand that the weird feelings they get…are mine. It is kind of like being an open book.
Being so in tune with my emotions, I can usually stay calm and neutral, but today I am a mess. I’m trying to stay away from others and they are keeping their distance as well.
Olivia is my sister. She is 25 years old with a very plain husband and they live about twenty minutes from home. Last night my dad went to pick her up because their washer was broken and she needed to do laundry. They crashed and Olivia was protected my a large duffel bag full of clothes on her lap. Dad, however, was not so lucky. He is now in urgent care while I sit in Olivia’s hospital room with our 7year old brother on my lap sleeping.
Eric, Olivia’s husband is out talking to our Dad’s doctor. we’ve been here for 3 hours. Olivia has a few cracked ribs and some cuts and bruises. Her normally pretty, round face is now bluish in most parts. Her left eye is swollen. Her small frame is lost in her hospital gown. Her usually beautiful strawberry blonde hair, that she inherited from our mother, is bloody from busting her head, and messed up from them wrapping her head.
This is the kind of thing where I wish my mom was still alive. Three years ago she died of a stress related heart attack. She had a full time job as a personal assistant to a company owner, she always helped us with our homework and she took in too much caffeine in order to do this all. To add to all of that she had a hereditary heart condition that I, too, inherited. The Doctor’s orders for both of us were always to avoid stress and to not have too much caffeine.
She had that wonderful strawberry blonde hair that Olivia and Brandon have. I have my dad’s brown hair with red and blonde highlights. Olivia got Dad’s green eyes, me and Brandon got Mom’s silver eyes.
I ever understood how my Dad got my mom. She was fun, smart, outgoing and beautiful. She was slim, that’s where Olivia gets it, and tall. I got my extreme height from my mom. Dad was shorter than her. but dad is stumpy and wide, that’s where I get my awkward shape. I am curvy but it is in the hips, I have wide hips a smaller waist but very small boobs.
While I was lost in my thought of the hereditary genes in our family, Eric walked in. I looked up and immediately felt him. Something was wrong. I can feel Olivia’s guilt and Brandon wakes up. As he remembers why he’s in the hospital his fear comes back. He’s feared losing someone ever since out mom died. “Jay? What’s wrong?” he asks me. He’s always been too smart for his own good. Sometimes I think that he has the same thing as me.
“I don’t know Brandon, Eric hasn’t told us yet.” I say to him.
Eric looks at me, his face white and full of pain. “Jadee I think you should take Brandon out of here.” He says to me. He knows I hate my real name, “Jadee” People call me Jay. He only ever uses it when something bad has happened. My father is dead. I know this now.
A sob escapes my mouth and Olivia begins to worry. I feel the tension building so I hurry and take Brandon out, trying to shield him from their feelings.
“Jay is Daddy okay?” I can feel his fear and I know that I need to tell him. I feel Olivia’s pain, the same pain that she felt three years ago when Mom died.
“Brandon, I’m so sorry, Daddy didn’t makes it. He passed away.” I tell him and slowly watch his face change and feel his fear turn to agony at his fear coming true. His face contorts in pain. He overwhelms me and the only think I can think hard enough to do is pull him into my arms and cry with him. I release everything I’ve been feeling. I had been holding back everything since I first got the call from Eric that he would be picking us up and bringing us to the hospital.
I pull back from him a little, to see his face, “Sweetie, everything is going to be okay. Daddy is in heaven with Mommy. You know you will be fine, we are all here and we love you.”
I feel doubt and I don’t know if it is mine or his. I know that it wont all be okay for a while. sure we’ll figure out how to live with out Dad but never will we forget the pain.
I pick Brandon up, which, though he is 7 and heavy is an easy enough task. I am strong. He eventually falls asleep on my shoulder and I walk into the room. Olivia has dried tears on her face.
“I told him already. He will be fine I think.” I say to them, and relief rushes into me.
“Oh, Jay! You didn’t have to do that.” Olivia says. I reply, “Yes, I did. I knew what to say and I knew how to help him with it.” Olivia understands my power to a point
so she knows what I mean when I say this.
Suddenly I feel the same thing from them as I feel on my own. and I know that we are all thinking the same thing: What now?
That, I have no answer to.
I’m empathic so I feel others’ emotions and can change them most of the time. Though one thing about it is that most of the time my own feelings radiate off of me. So those who know about it understand that the weird feelings they get…are mine. It is kind of like being an open book.
Being so in tune with my emotions, I can usually stay calm and neutral, but today I am a mess. I’m trying to stay away from others and they are keeping their distance as well.
Olivia is my sister. She is 25 years old with a very plain husband and they live about twenty minutes from home. Last night my dad went to pick her up because their washer was broken and she needed to do laundry. They crashed and Olivia was protected my a large duffel bag full of clothes on her lap. Dad, however, was not so lucky. He is now in urgent care while I sit in Olivia’s hospital room with our 7year old brother on my lap sleeping.
Eric, Olivia’s husband is out talking to our Dad’s doctor. we’ve been here for 3 hours. Olivia has a few cracked ribs and some cuts and bruises. Her normally pretty, round face is now bluish in most parts. Her left eye is swollen. Her small frame is lost in her hospital gown. Her usually beautiful strawberry blonde hair, that she inherited from our mother, is bloody from busting her head, and messed up from them wrapping her head.
This is the kind of thing where I wish my mom was still alive. Three years ago she died of a stress related heart attack. She had a full time job as a personal assistant to a company owner, she always helped us with our homework and she took in too much caffeine in order to do this all. To add to all of that she had a hereditary heart condition that I, too, inherited. The Doctor’s orders for both of us were always to avoid stress and to not have too much caffeine.
She had that wonderful strawberry blonde hair that Olivia and Brandon have. I have my dad’s brown hair with red and blonde highlights. Olivia got Dad’s green eyes, me and Brandon got Mom’s silver eyes.
I ever understood how my Dad got my mom. She was fun, smart, outgoing and beautiful. She was slim, that’s where Olivia gets it, and tall. I got my extreme height from my mom. Dad was shorter than her. but dad is stumpy and wide, that’s where I get my awkward shape. I am curvy but it is in the hips, I have wide hips a smaller waist but very small boobs.
While I was lost in my thought of the hereditary genes in our family, Eric walked in. I looked up and immediately felt him. Something was wrong. I can feel Olivia’s guilt and Brandon wakes up. As he remembers why he’s in the hospital his fear comes back. He’s feared losing someone ever since out mom died. “Jay? What’s wrong?” he asks me. He’s always been too smart for his own good. Sometimes I think that he has the same thing as me.
“I don’t know Brandon, Eric hasn’t told us yet.” I say to him.
Eric looks at me, his face white and full of pain. “Jadee I think you should take Brandon out of here.” He says to me. He knows I hate my real name, “Jadee” People call me Jay. He only ever uses it when something bad has happened. My father is dead. I know this now.
A sob escapes my mouth and Olivia begins to worry. I feel the tension building so I hurry and take Brandon out, trying to shield him from their feelings.
“Jay is Daddy okay?” I can feel his fear and I know that I need to tell him. I feel Olivia’s pain, the same pain that she felt three years ago when Mom died.
“Brandon, I’m so sorry, Daddy didn’t makes it. He passed away.” I tell him and slowly watch his face change and feel his fear turn to agony at his fear coming true. His face contorts in pain. He overwhelms me and the only think I can think hard enough to do is pull him into my arms and cry with him. I release everything I’ve been feeling. I had been holding back everything since I first got the call from Eric that he would be picking us up and bringing us to the hospital.
I pull back from him a little, to see his face, “Sweetie, everything is going to be okay. Daddy is in heaven with Mommy. You know you will be fine, we are all here and we love you.”
I feel doubt and I don’t know if it is mine or his. I know that it wont all be okay for a while. sure we’ll figure out how to live with out Dad but never will we forget the pain.
I pick Brandon up, which, though he is 7 and heavy is an easy enough task. I am strong. He eventually falls asleep on my shoulder and I walk into the room. Olivia has dried tears on her face.
“I told him already. He will be fine I think.” I say to them, and relief rushes into me.
“Oh, Jay! You didn’t have to do that.” Olivia says. I reply, “Yes, I did. I knew what to say and I knew how to help him with it.” Olivia understands my power to a point
so she knows what I mean when I say this.
Suddenly I feel the same thing from them as I feel on my own. and I know that we are all thinking the same thing: What now?
That, I have no answer to.
vampire facts
In 1047 the first appearance of the word "upir" was made. Upir is an earlier form of vampire. My story starts in 1015
Rainbow thoughts
I've been writting and thinking. This is all about my BIG story. And I can't seem to get all of the peices together in my mind. So, like I said, I'll post stuff and see what you think. I just hope it all turns out okay. Because I'm going to be working very hard on it.
Hey Look I Just Made A -----> RAINBOW! ^ ^
Hey Look I Just Made A -----> RAINBOW! ^ ^
My first post!
Well, I suppose there's only one way to start this....for me to tell you who I am. But I will not reveal my true identity. I am mousey mind girl! Defender of all who are too small because I am not too small! Well, maybe not so much. I am however a bit of a book-worm. I love to read but I'm going through a phase, I only read vampire books. I write a lot, and this is why I've created a blog!! YAY so now almost all of my work will be kind of accesible to almost everyone if they want it to be!
So, now that you know I like to read and write, I will tell you that I never finish anything that I write. As well, I should tell you that I mostly write poetry. but at first I refuse to put all of my old stuff on here. I have been known to, in the past, write only about love. Aww, isn't that so sickeningly sweet?! well, I hope that this will change. However, I am a romantic so there will be some romance to read on here.
I am currently working on a story, I have a big idea for a base some characters a couple scenes in my mind and I even have the first chapter(sort of). But what I do not have is a full plot. Ideas are simmering but nothing strong enough, nothing worth writting too much about. so I shall post some details to this idea and ask you for your opinion. well, I will post..at sme point.
I do beleive I have written enough so I'm off to start typing these ideas, please enjoy.
So, now that you know I like to read and write, I will tell you that I never finish anything that I write. As well, I should tell you that I mostly write poetry. but at first I refuse to put all of my old stuff on here. I have been known to, in the past, write only about love. Aww, isn't that so sickeningly sweet?! well, I hope that this will change. However, I am a romantic so there will be some romance to read on here.
I am currently working on a story, I have a big idea for a base some characters a couple scenes in my mind and I even have the first chapter(sort of). But what I do not have is a full plot. Ideas are simmering but nothing strong enough, nothing worth writting too much about. so I shall post some details to this idea and ask you for your opinion. well, I will post..at sme point.
I do beleive I have written enough so I'm off to start typing these ideas, please enjoy.
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