"Thy Will" is my romance/drama novel concept.
The story follows Azriel, a guardian angel who begins to resent the wishes of his Master and fellow angels concerning humans.
Having seen enough death and heartache to last him thousands of lifetimes, Azriel can't help but be intrigued by the newest person he has been charged with watching over: Shamira (this name isn't final). Azriel watches over Shamira throughout her life as she endures the loss of many friends, family, and other loved ones while still remaining faithful to God in her religious beliefs despite how many people have been taken from her by His angels over the course of her life. Azriel soon develops feelings for Shamira, wishing he could be there for her. When Death comes to claim Shamira's father, her only remaining family, Azriel is disgusted with just standing by idly and watching. Azriel drives away Death against his Master's wishes. Immediately after the short battle, for a reason unbeknownst to Azriel, Shamira can suddenly see him. Azriel then does his best to look after Shamira and her father as he accepts, and begins to deal with the dire consequences of his actions.
For the two pages of fiction we had to hand in this week, I wrote the scene where Azriel drives away Death to keep Shamira's father alive.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Blade Master
I guess you could place this novel concept of mine in the category of fantasy/adventure. "Blade Master" is heavily inspired by animes I've seen, and video games I've played.
I don't have a very solid idea of what the plot is going to be like just yet, but I do have the concept down.
In Japanese legend there are stories of two master sword smiths, Masamune and Muramasa. Masamune's art was refined with benevolence. Muramasa's art was defined by malevolence. Legend says that these two craftsmen, in order to see who was better, each put their swords in a stream to see how the blades would affect the leaves traveling downstream. One version of this story says that the leaves were cut my Muramasa's blade, and then healed by Masamune's. Legend says that Muramasa's blades could not be returned to their scabbards unless they tasted blood first. This drove many Muramasa wielders to insanity for they could end up having to hurt themselves or a loved one before being able to put the sword away.
I'm taking this concept and running with it pretty much. The main character is none other than a young Miyamoto Musashi, non-fictional legendary samurai, and he has in his possession one Masamune blade and one Muramasa blade, possibly the finest blades the two sword smiths have ever crafted.
This is significant because in this story no one has ever been able to wield both a Masamune and a Muramasa simultaneously. Yet Musashi has developed a style through which both blades can work harmoniously to take down any adversary no matter how challenging.
Here's how I envision the blades to be in my novel:
The Masamune blade is an all-powerful, unbreakable sword that can cut through just about anything (save for another Masamune or a Muramasa). However, should innocent blood be spilled by the sword, it will lose its power.
The Muramasa blade is another all-powerful, unbreakable sword that can cut through just about anything with the exceptions mentioned above. However, it must taste blood within seconds of drawing it before it can be put away lest the wielder wishes to succumb to insanity.
So that's the basic break-down of what I have in mind for this novel. I'm still working on it. Let me know what you think of what I have so far.
I don't have a very solid idea of what the plot is going to be like just yet, but I do have the concept down.
In Japanese legend there are stories of two master sword smiths, Masamune and Muramasa. Masamune's art was refined with benevolence. Muramasa's art was defined by malevolence. Legend says that these two craftsmen, in order to see who was better, each put their swords in a stream to see how the blades would affect the leaves traveling downstream. One version of this story says that the leaves were cut my Muramasa's blade, and then healed by Masamune's. Legend says that Muramasa's blades could not be returned to their scabbards unless they tasted blood first. This drove many Muramasa wielders to insanity for they could end up having to hurt themselves or a loved one before being able to put the sword away.
I'm taking this concept and running with it pretty much. The main character is none other than a young Miyamoto Musashi, non-fictional legendary samurai, and he has in his possession one Masamune blade and one Muramasa blade, possibly the finest blades the two sword smiths have ever crafted.
This is significant because in this story no one has ever been able to wield both a Masamune and a Muramasa simultaneously. Yet Musashi has developed a style through which both blades can work harmoniously to take down any adversary no matter how challenging.
Here's how I envision the blades to be in my novel:
The Masamune blade is an all-powerful, unbreakable sword that can cut through just about anything (save for another Masamune or a Muramasa). However, should innocent blood be spilled by the sword, it will lose its power.
The Muramasa blade is another all-powerful, unbreakable sword that can cut through just about anything with the exceptions mentioned above. However, it must taste blood within seconds of drawing it before it can be put away lest the wielder wishes to succumb to insanity.
So that's the basic break-down of what I have in mind for this novel. I'm still working on it. Let me know what you think of what I have so far.
Slum 46
"Slum 46" is my crime-drama, sprinkled with some sci-fi, novel idea that I have been the most active with lately. It's semi-autobiographical (enormous stress on "semi").
I haven't decided whether I want it to take place in its own universe, or if I want the setting to be within our universe. Either way, you're not going to be able to recognize the world I paint for you.
"Slum 46" is about a young man who goes by the alias Blue. Blue lives in an enormous, futuristic walled off city that he only knows as City 6. This city is separated into several different sections called slums. Each slum has their own respective number. These slums are about the size of a typical city you or I live in. So City 6 overall is quite enormous.
The story follows the events that happen around Blue when he drops out of school, and meets a mysterious hood who goes by the name Smooth, and takes on a life of crime in the slum with the highest crime rate, Slum 46. However, the denizens of Slum 46 seem to know something about the government running City 6, and something about the world beyond the walls of the city none of the other residents of City 6 would have ever thought possible.
This is a story about the grind, trust, corruption, rebellion, and peace.
I haven't decided whether I want it to take place in its own universe, or if I want the setting to be within our universe. Either way, you're not going to be able to recognize the world I paint for you.
"Slum 46" is about a young man who goes by the alias Blue. Blue lives in an enormous, futuristic walled off city that he only knows as City 6. This city is separated into several different sections called slums. Each slum has their own respective number. These slums are about the size of a typical city you or I live in. So City 6 overall is quite enormous.
The story follows the events that happen around Blue when he drops out of school, and meets a mysterious hood who goes by the name Smooth, and takes on a life of crime in the slum with the highest crime rate, Slum 46. However, the denizens of Slum 46 seem to know something about the government running City 6, and something about the world beyond the walls of the city none of the other residents of City 6 would have ever thought possible.
This is a story about the grind, trust, corruption, rebellion, and peace.
Deity
"Deity" is the title of the first novel concept I ever developed.
It's a story about a universe similar to our own where the entities of Creation/Life and Destruction/Death are constantly in a stalemate with each other.
At the beginning of time, Life manages to gain the upper hand over Death (since I haven't came up with my own coined names for these beings within my story, I will refer to them as Life and Death for the sake of simplicity). From this instant, Life took the opportunity to bring into existence the universe as the characters in my novel know it. Life's ultimate goal was to create a paradise for all living creatures to populate and enjoy.
However, Death would not be in submission for long. Not having enough time to finish creating the paradise, Life sealed away a well containing it's very own essence within the Earth (for lack of my own coined name for the world my story takes place in). This well would emerge from the Earth in the distant future and, when tapped by Life's chosen one, would bestow upon them the power to finish creating the paradise.
Death knew very well what Life was up to, and tainted the well with its own essence before resuming its eternal battle with Life. Now, should Death's chosen one tap the power of the well, it would bestow upon them enough power to reduce the universe back to its original state of nothing.
My story is about the two chosen ones, Matthias and Damien, and their race to tap the Well of Power (another corny name for the sake of simplicity). There is also a third main character whom I haven't decided if they would be a man or woman yet. If it's a man their name would be Constantine, and if a woman, their name would be Constance. This third pillar is the dictator of the most powerful nation present within the novel, and they are seeking a way of harnessing both the powers of Life and Death at the same time for their own selfish purposes.
The novel would be timeless and filled with all kinds of locations from third-world fishing villages, to giant technologically advanced cities. There will be magic, crazy fights, romance, manipulation, betrayal, etc.
This is my idea for a fantasy novel.
It's a story about a universe similar to our own where the entities of Creation/Life and Destruction/Death are constantly in a stalemate with each other.
At the beginning of time, Life manages to gain the upper hand over Death (since I haven't came up with my own coined names for these beings within my story, I will refer to them as Life and Death for the sake of simplicity). From this instant, Life took the opportunity to bring into existence the universe as the characters in my novel know it. Life's ultimate goal was to create a paradise for all living creatures to populate and enjoy.
However, Death would not be in submission for long. Not having enough time to finish creating the paradise, Life sealed away a well containing it's very own essence within the Earth (for lack of my own coined name for the world my story takes place in). This well would emerge from the Earth in the distant future and, when tapped by Life's chosen one, would bestow upon them the power to finish creating the paradise.
Death knew very well what Life was up to, and tainted the well with its own essence before resuming its eternal battle with Life. Now, should Death's chosen one tap the power of the well, it would bestow upon them enough power to reduce the universe back to its original state of nothing.
My story is about the two chosen ones, Matthias and Damien, and their race to tap the Well of Power (another corny name for the sake of simplicity). There is also a third main character whom I haven't decided if they would be a man or woman yet. If it's a man their name would be Constantine, and if a woman, their name would be Constance. This third pillar is the dictator of the most powerful nation present within the novel, and they are seeking a way of harnessing both the powers of Life and Death at the same time for their own selfish purposes.
The novel would be timeless and filled with all kinds of locations from third-world fishing villages, to giant technologically advanced cities. There will be magic, crazy fights, romance, manipulation, betrayal, etc.
This is my idea for a fantasy novel.
Beyond The Ruins
[This one kind of borders on the line between poem and rant. I wrote this to get a bunch of things I was pondering about the world off my chest. Enjoy.]
I don’t have to draw you a sketch and shade it,
I don’t have to draw you a sketch and shade it,
or show you a blank canvas and paint it
to get you to agree with me when I say this,
“It sure is a crazy world ain’t it?”
My rags done been faded,
and the journey’s been so exhausting it’s a miracle I still haven’t fainted.
I’ve come this far with my message to relay it.
So do listen well and prepare yourself to take it.
This is all a sick game everyone is playing
whether you’re just passing through or plan on staying.
Nothing is alright when you’re declared criminally insane
for realizing everyone’s been faking.
It’s all gone is all I’m saying.
Everything and everyone rounded up by the Machine and taken.
You’re sadly mistaken
if you believe the world we live in is anything but misshapen.
You look around and see everything is still there,
but this is exactly why we’re told not to stare.
The Man in the big chair
knows if you look long enough you’ll see He doesn’t care.
Just so long as we beat the snare
to His rhythm He knows we’ll never be aware
of the true Despair that crept from His lair,
and in its wake left the world in ruins everywhere.
But we still hold onto our persistence
because living life without a drive ain’t nothing but nonsense.
How can you say it ain’t a nuisance
knowing we’re out here trying to make a dollar from a few cents?
Riding around in busted up Buicks
because that’s all we’ve got to help get us through this,
and to our jobs hoping for a few tips
while Big Man still has yet to rebuke this.
He couldn’t care less about the poor
because He’s spending all our money on war.
We’re standing with frozen outstretched hands outside His door,
trying our damnedest to keep warm.
Yet He goes about His so-called chores
playing it off like He doesn’t know what we’re crying for.
What He has in store
for us no longer has anything to do with the greater good anymore.
He’s too busy worrying about the flow of His cash
to even bother considering anything we ask.
Always so eager to go to war real fast,
concerned only with giving the economy that nice blast.
Too many tribes are fighting over religion to see who’ll stand last,
not realizing that we all share the same past,
but He’s probably behind all of that mayhem too,
watching it all happen through a one-way stained glass.
There’s no bright side
to the endless flow of blood from torture, murder, and suicide.
If we’re so civilized,
why can’t we swallow our pride and put our differences aside?
It could work. It just might,
but we’re so preoccupied with the urge to fight that we never tried
while He continues to sit back,
laughing so hard at us that He’s probably cried.
I say “He.” He is They.
They are the ones who call all the shots like a well-scripted play.
They are the manipulators bending us to Their will everyday
to make us hand over our hard-earned pay,
and if we resist or ever dare to stray,
They’ll come down on us and force it from our grasp anyway.
They cause so much disarray it pains me to say
how many we could’ve saved if it weren’t for They.
I’ve heard too many others say this. So it ain’t just me,
“All They care about is money money money.”
They tell us we’re free,
but free ain’t free when you’ve been suckered into paying a lifetime fee.
Even the rappers that know how the grind can be
still haven’t shown their people much love lately,
keeping all their money for themselves yet throwing it around on the fucking T.V.
for all of us to feel that twitch of envy.
What happened to the realness in Hip-Hop we used to see?
No one cares about your fucking Beamer, Benz, or Bentley!
Rappers act like we actually give two shits about their heavy-ass jewelry.
These punk bitches gladly rake in the Benjies at the cost of their authenticity.
Hip-Hop runs fathoms deeper than just life in the streets,
these rappers’ lousy rap beefs,
or how many women these slobs with no teeth
managed to get beneath their damn sheets.
How can any man use a woman only for sex,
or strike her, telling her she’s worthless?
We should consider ourselves blessed!
They’re our mothers, sisters, and lovers! Pay your respects!
Now our women are convinced they need to take steps
to slim themselves down and get a bigger chest,
sadly never believing that the assets
their mama gave them are the ones that suit them the best.
You can’t allow yourself to listen to
every little thing these boys tell you.
Putting yourself down is what They want you to do
only so They can take advantage of you.
How can you ever expect someone to love you
if you don’t love you too?
If no one else will, I’ll care for you and we’ll see it through.
You just have to wait, hope, and believe, boo.
They’re always going to try to put us down
like lost and found dogs at the inner city pound.
Tell me where your rights are now
when They have guns pointed at you yelling, “Get on the ground!”
Just because we’re on the outside
doesn’t mean there aren’t any prison guards around.
They slowly strip away our rights
under the premise of keeping us safe and sound.
Swear to the skies, hope the Man dies,
the time has come when mankind must dare to cross the line
and rebel before our world is further jeopardized
when a race of prisoners is institutionalized.
Open your eyes!
It’s nothing but lies from the Devil’s son in disguise, ready to bastardize.
Spread the Word of the Wise to finalize the movement to the other side.
The Revolution is on the rise!
Senile
[Cheesey, I know, but whatever. I was in a mushy mood when I wrote this a while back.]
Do you remember the day I first met you?
Because I do.
You had those designer jeans on and...was that a fake flower in your hair?
Regardless, I knew you were someone special right then and there.
When our eyes first met, did you think we'd end up together?
I thought you were the one, not merely just another.
When we first kissed, did you feel a tingle in your lips?
I ask because I felt the goosebumps on your hips.
Did I ever tell you about the way your radiant smile makes me melt?
That, and the way you pull me in with your hands grasping my belt.
Do you remember the first time I said I love you?
It was during that downpour, and we were soaked straight through.
How about the first time we made love and finally got intimate?
Just seconds after my first "I love you" in my back seat where we barely fit.
Do you remember me dropping you off at home that night?
You would've never gotten out of the car if your dad hadn't turned on the outside light.
Or how about when we fell asleep together on the phone?
It was almost like you were right there keeping me from dreaming alone.
And who can forget the evening I got into that fight?
That dude so had it coming for the way he disrespected you that night.
Ever saw him a few days after the scuffle?
His jaw was wrapped in bandages, and his voice was muffled.
I'll never forget the year your parents made that decision to move. Will you?
I did my best to be strong, but I ended up breaking down in tears too.
Could you imagine your life without us?
You're the alpha to my omega, and the minus to my plus.
We balance each other out don't you think?
Me without you sends my mind to the brink.
I wondered to myself, "Why was this the way things had to turn out?"
I couldn't handle pondering it, but it was so hard to find something else to think about.
Yet time still has a way of fast-forwarding by right?
Thank God for that because slow motion without you is a torturous plight.
Did you think about me as much as I thought about you?
If you did then correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe that's what soulmates do.
They always have a way of finding each other, wouldn't you agree?
I know I do, and so I waited for you to return ever so patiently.
Do you remember the day we found each other once more in the street?
Just hearing your voice again caused my heart to skip a beat.
Could you believe that after all this time our feelings for each other didn't stale?
The power of our love stood the test of time, and was never bound to fail.
Do you remember how I proposed to you without a ring?
I just dropped to one knee right there and everything.
Did I ever tell you how beautiful you looked walking down that aisle?
Everyone was looking at you, but your eyes were locked on me all the while.
Do you recall how after I lifted the white veil away from your face there was that pause?
Our lips then came together and caressed to the sound of thunderous applause.
Do you think it's unhealthy that the only thing I think about is you and yours truly?
I doubt it. Oh, by the way, that reminds me.
Do you remember the day I first met you?
Because I do.
Do you remember the day I first met you?
Because I do.
You had those designer jeans on and...was that a fake flower in your hair?
Regardless, I knew you were someone special right then and there.
When our eyes first met, did you think we'd end up together?
I thought you were the one, not merely just another.
When we first kissed, did you feel a tingle in your lips?
I ask because I felt the goosebumps on your hips.
Did I ever tell you about the way your radiant smile makes me melt?
That, and the way you pull me in with your hands grasping my belt.
Do you remember the first time I said I love you?
It was during that downpour, and we were soaked straight through.
How about the first time we made love and finally got intimate?
Just seconds after my first "I love you" in my back seat where we barely fit.
Do you remember me dropping you off at home that night?
You would've never gotten out of the car if your dad hadn't turned on the outside light.
Or how about when we fell asleep together on the phone?
It was almost like you were right there keeping me from dreaming alone.
And who can forget the evening I got into that fight?
That dude so had it coming for the way he disrespected you that night.
Ever saw him a few days after the scuffle?
His jaw was wrapped in bandages, and his voice was muffled.
I'll never forget the year your parents made that decision to move. Will you?
I did my best to be strong, but I ended up breaking down in tears too.
Could you imagine your life without us?
You're the alpha to my omega, and the minus to my plus.
We balance each other out don't you think?
Me without you sends my mind to the brink.
I wondered to myself, "Why was this the way things had to turn out?"
I couldn't handle pondering it, but it was so hard to find something else to think about.
Yet time still has a way of fast-forwarding by right?
Thank God for that because slow motion without you is a torturous plight.
Did you think about me as much as I thought about you?
If you did then correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe that's what soulmates do.
They always have a way of finding each other, wouldn't you agree?
I know I do, and so I waited for you to return ever so patiently.
Do you remember the day we found each other once more in the street?
Just hearing your voice again caused my heart to skip a beat.
Could you believe that after all this time our feelings for each other didn't stale?
The power of our love stood the test of time, and was never bound to fail.
Do you remember how I proposed to you without a ring?
I just dropped to one knee right there and everything.
Did I ever tell you how beautiful you looked walking down that aisle?
Everyone was looking at you, but your eyes were locked on me all the while.
Do you recall how after I lifted the white veil away from your face there was that pause?
Our lips then came together and caressed to the sound of thunderous applause.
Do you think it's unhealthy that the only thing I think about is you and yours truly?
I doubt it. Oh, by the way, that reminds me.
Do you remember the day I first met you?
Because I do.
Kamikaze
Blast from the past –
Keeping my ass running fast to avoid the die cast.
I’ve seen Them harass, heard Them laugh, even caught Them in the act.
I’ve done the math, walked the high path, but I still finish last.
Something is wrong –
Never feeling at home even when They sing that sweet song.
These muscles ain’t strong enough to keep forcing myself along.
This body has only enough energy to stay and fight, or get gone.
But it’s futile –
Staying nor leaving Them would never be worth our while.
We’re trapped, forever forced to follow Big Man’s style.
He keeps us lost like a child in the wild without so much as a soothing Black & Mild.
It’s all control –
He and They are the Masters of Old trying to maintain Their oppressive hold
on us to keep the ball on the roll so Their pockets stay filled with gold.
If you refuse to pay the toll, you will be gone, but your story will remain…untold.
Fucking bullshit –
Lying through Their teeth, and They’re knowing it.
Knowing that we’re all in the same shitty boat, and scared of rowing it.
Learned to grow with it, and flow with it, but I ain’t ever showing it.
They can blow me –
They dangle the reward before us like we’re stupid and cheap
because we’re tools to Them, used for Their benefits to reap.
Open your eyes and see that They don’t want us to be free.
It’s just too late –
They’ve sealed our fate long before its expiration date.
Our chance to vacate was gone when They caged us behind the Iron Gate.
There’s only one way to retaliate when the world is in such a desperate state.
I tell you this –
That slice of bliss is just another diss from the venom in the Devil’s kiss.
The lies are poisonous, but are they contagious? The consensus screams yes.
He’ll finally understand Karma is true justice when we bring Them all down with us.
Chivalry
Pardon me, asshole, but are you deaf or just slow?
You really don't know why I'm asking you, bro?
It’s not like it matters though since I'm ending this show.
Just pack up and go 'cause I know you heard the lady say no.
Yeah, I know this wasn't my business, so I kept my distance,
but ever since you stepped to her, you’ve been out of sequence.
You’ve got persistence for someone obsessed with a hopeless romance,
but therein lies my stance as to why you shouldn't advance.
You got my attention with your violent attempt at flirtation.
So this is your initiation into my program called Intervention.
No need for compensation 'cause there's no fee for this education.
Now let's move onto your consultation for your soon-to-be condition.
I wouldn't have cared if you’d just dropped it and left it there,
but the moment you grabbed her by the hair, this became my affair.
Touch her again if you dare to swing until the sirens blare.
I'll be glad to share a cage with you in that zoo filled with hard stares.
This rage in me? You made it, and now I just can't seem to shake it.
This rage in me? You made it, and now I just can't seem to shake it.
You can state it. I'm in your face now and you hate it.
Don't try to escape it just 'cause you can't take it.
She manned up and made it despite having her personal space invaded.
I'm trying to decide on which side of your face I want the docs to stitch.
Regardless, once I switch you'll hit the pavement in no time without a hitch.
Maybe I'll let you swim with the fish, or drop you in a six deep ditch.
I'm indecisive and can't pick, so I'll let her flip a coin to determine which.
So up and leave now ‘cause it’ll be the best deal you’ve ever dealt.
Pushing this any further is only going to get you a series of welts,
get me another notch in my belt, and a trophy for her to put on her shelf.
I’m your last strike in case you couldn’t tell. Get gone before you body yourself.
About Me
I know this is kind of late, but it's better to do this now than never.
What's good everyone? My name is Mike, and I'm 22 years old as of this post.
I love to write, but I hate to read. I've always enjoyed creative writing assignments from my English teachers growing up. Most of the inspiration I get for the pieces I write (poetry and fiction alike) come from life, music (usually Hip-Hop, or just instrumentals) movies, and video games. Yes, I'm a gamer. Video games have always been a big hobby of mine, and I intend to keep playing video games til I'm old and grey. I've never been much for sports. None of them can really hold my attention for very long. The only sport I ever enjoyed and excelled at was swimming. I was on the swim team for all four years of my high school career, and I swam for one season for William Paterson University.
I'm a very chill, easy-going guy. I procrastinate all the time. I enjoy very in-depth conversations about the most random topics. I spend most of my time at home, or with my friends. I prefer to let life take its course. I just sit back, relax, and do my best to enjoy the ride. I suck at making plans and thinking ahead of time. I'm frequently late to just about everything in my life that I have had to arrive on time for, and I absolutely loathe school on every level. Talk to me about anything except school.
My dream in life is to write novels that make it to the silver screen in movie theaters all over the world.
I think that's enough about me =P
What's good everyone? My name is Mike, and I'm 22 years old as of this post.
I love to write, but I hate to read. I've always enjoyed creative writing assignments from my English teachers growing up. Most of the inspiration I get for the pieces I write (poetry and fiction alike) come from life, music (usually Hip-Hop, or just instrumentals) movies, and video games. Yes, I'm a gamer. Video games have always been a big hobby of mine, and I intend to keep playing video games til I'm old and grey. I've never been much for sports. None of them can really hold my attention for very long. The only sport I ever enjoyed and excelled at was swimming. I was on the swim team for all four years of my high school career, and I swam for one season for William Paterson University.
I'm a very chill, easy-going guy. I procrastinate all the time. I enjoy very in-depth conversations about the most random topics. I spend most of my time at home, or with my friends. I prefer to let life take its course. I just sit back, relax, and do my best to enjoy the ride. I suck at making plans and thinking ahead of time. I'm frequently late to just about everything in my life that I have had to arrive on time for, and I absolutely loathe school on every level. Talk to me about anything except school.
My dream in life is to write novels that make it to the silver screen in movie theaters all over the world.
I think that's enough about me =P
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