A small excerpt of my Novel “The Hunt”

The Hunt.

 

It was not easy being president. You had to deal with the disappointments and stress, mostly given by your family. So when Henry Falleto walked up to the giant Metal doors, the crested eagle looking down n him, he knew to make it brief and fast. After tapping twice, he pushed the doors open. “Mr. President” Henry called out formally, walking into the enormous office of the United States of America President’s Office. Usually tidy, the office was littered with papers and binders, clumped up pieces of paper sat around the trash bin, and a Rainbow of post its lined the walls. The President stood over a Map of the United States, writing was scribbled in various places on it, including over the name of the maker’s, S.L. 2 Red Taks sat pinned to 2 different states, Virginia and Florida. The others held white.

“Mr. President?” Henry Repeated.

The President looked more tired than Mr.Falleto had ever seen him. A row of Gray hair sat up in front of his head, his eyes sagged just a little into a Black and Blue Below.

The President still seemed Oblivious to Henry’s presence, staring at the map intently.

The massive door swung to a close, making a slight clicking sound echo through the room. The president looked up, acknowledging Henry’s presence, and leaned back into a Brown chair behind him.

“Uh, sir”Henry said, clearing his throat. “California just got their vote in.

“And? “The president said, leaning forward and opening up a plastic container of colored pins.

“73% in Favor” Henry said, looking abreviatly down to the ground.

The president paused for a moment, and then opened the plastic container and stuck a red pin in California.

“That’s 3 states so far in the last 2 hours Henry” He said He raised 3 fingers. “3”.

The president stood up and walked over to the window.” The dollar bill says united we stand. Heck, the constitution proclaims it.But I do not feel that way right now. Not at all. Brother against sister. This was not the way our forefathers envisioned our democracy, when too many people don’t want that. And I am afraid” He said” they might just lose it and,

then we shall all fall.”

These sure are scary times sir” Said henry, shifting his wight between each foot nervously. The Chinese are supporting this movement fully fledged.

The president sighed again.

“But we heard from our pilot in belize, and Nickel landed early this morning. Good Good the president said. And?” He said looking for the first time directly at Henry.”And everything is set up?”

Henry nodded.

“Good” The president said. “Good”.

Suddenly the phone rang on the desk. Yes?”The president said bringing it up to his ear. He nodded a couple time, then said ok and set it down. “Henry make way and grab, me a document from Miss Whelms”.

“Of course sir” Henry says, gladly rushing out of the gloomy room.

The President then sat back down into his black leather wheely chair, and grabbed the romote beside him, pressing the big red botton on the top.

The TV across from him instantly flashed on, flashing big red letters. It was the news channel, big yellow letters flashed below.

VOTES TALLYING-4 AGAINST 3 IN FAVOR

WILL DEMOCRACY OR COMUNISM WIN?
PRESIDENT FINDS WAY AROUNG CIVIL WAR

Chapter 1

Everyone needs a little wiggle room

One of the best ways to fall asleep in the winter, is to run out, into the wind,  maybe after a shower, and feel it against your wet skin. The, as soon as you can feel the wind dig into your bones, you run back inside and duck under the many layers and fall asleep in seconds. This is also a great way to catch a cold also, but hey, there are always pros and cons.

Now, think of the worst way (Besides catching a cold from it) to fall asleep. Most uncomfortable position, space, temperature, and clothing. Then multiply that, by around, well.

A million.

2 men grabbing you, putting a sack roughly over your head that smelled like it had been used to clean elephant poo at the circus. Yelling and screaming, being carried down stairs over someone’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

You yell out “Who are you! What do you want!”

But of course, there is no response, sending a chilling feeling straight up your spine.

You are slowly let down, the more you struggle the more you tire, your captors have a tight grip on you.

They have let you down on a cold metal surface, your arms and feet brushing the icy sides.

Definitely built for no wiggle room.

With sudden whoosh, a glass sheet slides over your head, he sack comes off, and you open your eyes.

The glass fogs up fast enough to cover your vision of any chance of seeing outside, and only a bright orange colors the glass.  You can slowly feel a coldness slowly climb up your legs, brushing your chest and enveloping your head in an icy case.

Suddenly a whirring sound echoes through the tiny metal coffin you lay in, and a metal figure you had briefly glanced at glows a certain sunset orange, outlined with a blood red color, pops out sticking uncomfortably hard against the underside of your arm.

Scalding heat brushes into your arm, moving past the skin, and soaking into the bone. It jabs hardly back into the metal side, glowing coolly.

The pain is now unbearable, the hot scalding metal leaving somewhat of a mark on your skin, though you can’t see it, and even as you fight it you black out, it overtakes you.

Yeah, I would give that a 13 on the 1-10 scale of the Guinness Book of world records of “The worst ways to fall asleep”.

Chapter 2- “The Yellow man, and you?”

There was suddenly a light. A Bright orange colored the darkness. Was this heaven? Nah, My mind thought. If this was heaven where was all the orange Ice Cream and Xbox 360?

I was sure that if I was indeed in heaven that there would be both. Suddenly I felt a shiver go through me where I was sure was my spine. I was very, very, cold. I tried to open my eyes, but they felt like a herd of elephants were camped out on them, very heavy, small elephants. Suddenly, as if someone had just opened the door in the summer In an air conditioned room, warmness was slowly seeping around me. Suddenly warm hands came down, grabbing me by the collar.

No! It was those school bullies again, trying to steal my lunch. I struggled, moaning, trying to get them to leave me alone. Suddenly, a girl’s voice seemed to echo from the light, and I instantly went limpy. The hand left my collar, and pooped out again grabbing my arm, slowly dragging my upper body up.

“Can you try to sit up for me?” a voice came at me. I was so stunned; I thought I probably skipped a beat. The voice came at me, as if I was in a room, and someone was firing each word at me, and I kept dogging and weaving, stuck in that same place, set to miss each one, wondering when I was free, every part of my body aching.

Except that somebody was a girl.

But I did not want to disappoint. I tried as hard as I could, egging every muscle harder on, and cursing every nerve on my body for hurting so much. But she slowly got me upright, and her soothing voice came out at me as if arrows soaring through the air. “Now stay still, ok?” The voice asked.

I could see just the outline of her from the orange illuminating my eyelids.

I nodded a couple of times, and suddenly liquid started coming down from the top of my head! Hot, Hot liquid! I groaned, struggling slightly but she held a firm grip on me, grabbing onto my arm fiercly.

“Open your mouth” The voice said. “Swallow this”.

I cracked open my mouth, and felt a corner of a glass press against my lips, spilling cool liquid into my mouth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Hunt.

 

It was not easy being president. You had to deal with the disappointments and stress, mostly given by your family. So when Henry Falleto walked up to the giant Metal doors, the crested eagle looking down n him, he knew to make it brief and fast. After tapping twice, he pushed the doors open. “Mr. President” Henry called out formally, walking into the enormous office of the United States of America President’s Office. Usually tidy, the office was littered with papers and binders, clumped up pieces of paper sat around the trash bin, and a Rainbow of post its lined the walls. The President stood over a Map of the United States, writing was scribbled in various places on it, including over the name of the maker’s, S.L. 2 Red Taks sat pinned to 2 different states, Virginia and Florida. The others held white.

“Mr. President?” Henry Repeated.

The President looked more tired than Mr.Falleto had ever seen him. A row of Gray hair sat up in front of his head, his eyes sagged just a little into a Black and Blue Below.

The President still seemed Oblivious to Henry’s presence, staring at the map intently.

The massive door swung to a close, making a slight clicking sound echo through the room. The president looked up, acknowledging Henry’s presence, and leaned back into a Brown chair behind him.

“Uh, sir”Henry said, clearing his throat. “California just got their vote in.

“And? “The president said, leaning forward and opening up a plastic container of colored pins.

“73% in Favor” Henry said, looking abreviatly down to the ground.

The president paused for a moment, and then opened the plastic container and stuck a red pin in California.

“That’s 3 states so far in the last 2 hours Henry” He said He raised 3 fingers. “3”.

The president stood up and walked over to the window.” The dollar bill says united we stand. Heck, the constitution proclaims it.But I do not feel that way right now. Not at all. Brother against sister. This was not the way our forefathers envisioned our democracy, when too many people don’t want that. And I am afraid” He said” they might just lose it and,

then we shall all fall.”

These sure are scary times sir” Said henry, shifting his wight between each foot nervously. The Chinese are supporting this movement fully fledged.

The president sighed again.

“But we heard from our pilot in belize, and Nickel landed early this morning. Good Good the president said. And?” He said looking for the first time directly at Henry.”And everything is set up?”

Henry nodded.

“Good” The president said. “Good”.

Suddenly the phone rang on the desk. Yes?”The president said bringing it up to his ear. He nodded a couple time, then said ok and set it down. “Henry make way and grab, me a document from Miss Whelms”.

“Of course sir” Henry says, gladly rushing out of the gloomy room.

The President then sat back down into his black leather wheely chair, and grabbed the romote beside him, pressing the big red botton on the top.

The TV across from him instantly flashed on, flashing big red letters. It was the news channel, big yellow letters flashed below.

VOTES TALLYING-4 AGAINST 3 IN FAVOR

WILL DEMOCRACY OR COMUNISM WIN?
PRESIDENT FINDS WAY AROUNG CIVIL WAR

Chapter 1

Everyone needs a little wiggle room

One of the best ways to fall asleep in the winter, is to run out, into the wind,  maybe after a shower, and feel it against your wet skin. The, as soon as you can feel the wind dig into your bones, you run back inside and duck under the many layers and fall asleep in seconds. This is also a great way to catch a cold also, but hey, there are always pros and cons.

Now, think of the worst way (Besides catching a cold from it) to fall asleep. Most uncomfortable position, space, temperature, and clothing. Then multiply that, by around, well.

A million.

2 men grabbing you, putting a sack roughly over your head that smelled like it had been used to clean elephant poo at the circus. Yelling and screaming, being carried down stairs over someone’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

You yell out “Who are you! What do you want!”

But of course, there is no response, sending a chilling feeling straight up your spine.

You are slowly let down, the more you struggle the more you tire, your captors have a tight grip on you.

They have let you down on a cold metal surface, your arms and feet brushing the icy sides.

Definitely built for no wiggle room.

With sudden whoosh, a glass sheet slides over your head, he sack comes off, and you open your eyes.

The glass fogs up fast enough to cover your vision of any chance of seeing outside, and only a bright orange colors the glass.  You can slowly feel a coldness slowly climb up your legs, brushing your chest and enveloping your head in an icy case.

Suddenly a whirring sound echoes through the tiny metal coffin you lay in, and a metal figure you had briefly glanced at glows a certain sunset orange, outlined with a blood red color, pops out sticking uncomfortably hard against the underside of your arm.

Scalding heat brushes into your arm, moving past the skin, and soaking into the bone. It jabs hardly back into the metal side, glowing coolly.

The pain is now unbearable, the hot scalding metal leaving somewhat of a mark on your skin, though you can’t see it, and even as you fight it you black out, it overtakes you.

Yeah, I would give that a 13 on the 1-10 scale of the Guinness Book of world records of “The worst ways to fall asleep”.

Chapter 2- “The Yellow man, and you?”

There was suddenly a light. A Bright orange colored the darkness. Was this heaven? Nah, My mind thought. If this was heaven where was all the orange Ice Cream and Xbox 360?

I was sure that if I was indeed in heaven that there would be both. Suddenly I felt a shiver go through me where I was sure was my spine. I was very, very, cold. I tried to open my eyes, but they felt like a herd of elephants were camped out on them, very heavy, small elephants. Suddenly, as if someone had just opened the door in the summer In an air conditioned room, warmness was slowly seeping around me. Suddenly warm hands came down, grabbing me by the collar.

No! It was those school bullies again, trying to steal my lunch. I struggled, moaning, trying to get them to leave me alone. Suddenly, a girl’s voice seemed to echo from the light, and I instantly went limpy. The hand left my collar, and pooped out again grabbing my arm, slowly dragging my upper body up.

“Can you try to sit up for me?” a voice came at me. I was so stunned; I thought I probably skipped a beat. The voice came at me, as if I was in a room, and someone was firing each word at me, and I kept dogging and weaving, stuck in that same place, set to miss each one, wondering when I was free, every part of my body aching.

Except that somebody was a girl.

But I did not want to disappoint. I tried as hard as I could, egging every muscle harder on, and cursing every nerve on my body for hurting so much. But she slowly got me upright, and her soothing voice came out at me as if arrows soaring through the air. “Now stay still, ok?” The voice asked.

I could see just the outline of her from the orange illuminating my eyelids.

I nodded a couple of times, and suddenly liquid started coming down from the top of my head! Hot, Hot liquid! I groaned, struggling slightly but she held a firm grip on me, grabbing onto my arm fiercly.

“Open your mouth” The voice said. “Swallow this”.

I cracked open my mouth, and felt a corner of a glass press against my lips, spilling cool liquid into my mouth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

HOW TO PREVENT WRITER”S BLOCK

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So, now that we know how to kill the beast, how do we prevent it from ever coming back!?
If you have ever been lucky enough to never experience Writer’s Block, you will want to read this VERY closely. Trust me, and if you don’t, trust the thousands of writers that tell you, You NEVER want to have it.

Now that that is out there, here are some ways to Prevent Writer’s Block.
Numero 1When you get some water, drink it!
Ok, so maybe you didin’t read my last post on how to get rid of Writer’s Block, where I introduce my metaphor of inspiration as “Water” and Writer’s Block as “Fire”.
But the title means that when you get Inspired, don’t take a Break! I don’t care if you feel like your hand is going to fall off that you have been writing for so long, the chances are, it will not last for too long, and what usually comes after is Writer’s Block, which you won’t feel as guilty having if you jot down everything as it comes to you while inspired.
This actually isin’t really a way to prevent Writer’s Block, but it is the best way to coop with it.
Number 2Make a Schedule
I know this one misses one of my creative titles, but it works all the same.
Make a Schedule! Make sure you have your time, everyday, to sit down and stare at a piece of paper. The biggest thing is- Make sure you can THINK of your book, everyday. That you can make sure you can refresh yourself of the plot, and of why you are writing.
Number 3The Heroes Plot
Make sure, when you start your Book, to make the plot. Figure out the Charactars, the bad guys, the good guys, the protagonist (Hero-Main Charactar). Where they are going. If it is 1st person, 2nd, or 3rd. Who dies. Who lives. If you will span the story out in a trilogy, or just a sequel.
This planning can really help you out to know where your book is going so you always know what to write.
(But this doesin’t mean to plan out everything word by word, make sure to leave a little room for some creativity and surprises yourself 😉 This can help fuel you also)
Numero 4The Student
You may not know, but reading is the best way to get the most creativity from your mind. Ways of writing, words, expressions, and metaphors, you can learn all this from reading any book.
Lets say you are writing your Book in the Non-Fiction Western Genre. Try to read some old westerns, do your research. See how people before you wrote. To write a book, fiction or not, you will need to study, and doing this can really get the water running.
Number 5The Journalist
Like a reporter, bring a notepad with a pencil with you where ever you go. I have always used notes in the Iphone or Ipod, and whenever you get an idea, you can jot them down there. This is like refilling your car, each little idea fueling you to the finish line and helping you get more creative.

And those are my ways that I usually do. But if you have ANY other ideas, your own ways of preventing Writer’s Block, please contribute in comments! I will update this post in the future with all new remedys.
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WRITER’S BLOCK – HOW TO BEAT ITS BUTT

Hey!

So, you are working on your next big hitter, on what you are sure is the next New York Times Bestseller.
You have your ideas down, all the parts planned, the easy 20 pages written.

And then, BOOM.

An invisible, brick wall seems to be blocking your way to certain sucess.After one week, fustration and Anger fuel it, making it bigger, and making YOU Madder.

So how can you destroy this invisible monster that seems to be eating your ideas and creativety for lunch?

This Oh-So-Popular phenomenon is called Writer’s Block.
Writer’s Block can usually happen after you have ran out of the initial inspiration you get when you first think of your book.
This inspiration can usually last for a pretty long time, I got 30 pages done in mine, and my whole plot done.
It can happen when you wake up the next morning, it can happen when you go to lunch. But once it starts, it can last for a long time.
It seems impossible for you to write, and you might even look back at your previous work and think that it’s awful, when even though
it is pretty good. Writer’s Block is any Author or Writer’s Arch-Nemesis. And I am not saying Cat and Dog Nemesis, I mean
it’s Batman and Joker Arch-Nemesis.

The way I have ALWAYS viewed Writer’s block and Inspiration, is Fire and Water.

Inspiration (Water), seems to fuel you with Hundreds of ideas, and keeps you going.
Writer’s Block (Fire), seems to destroy all of your past makings, and Burns up any hope you have of completing and Publishing your finished book.
And then Steam, which is made when you mix the Good and the Bad together. It creates a metsa/metsa writing style, which means
you can write, but it is not your best, it is impossible to really think of Ideas, and in the end once you get a little Water
(A.K.A Ispiration) you rewrite all of it, but it is really just there to put something on paper.

SO…How do you kill this beast?

The best ways to get rid of Writer’s Block, are WRITTEn BELOW. These ways are from popular Writers Such as Stephen King,
J.K Rowling, and From some of the Best Websites out there for writers there is.

Number 1- The Recreative

The Recreative is something that really helps me at times, and sometimes not at all.
Many Writer’s get Writer’s Block because they have so many Ideas, Storys, and Things flying through
their head’s, they just can’t focus on one book.
So, if you feel like you just can’t focus on this one novel, try to write a SHORT STORY.
This SHORT STORY can be about anything that you just need to get out!
Write it with a complete Beginning, Middle and End, focus as many days on it as you need. Forget about your novel for now.
You might just find that when you finish, you will be interested in your book again, and it will start flowing once more!

Number 2- The Thriller Killer

The Thriller Killer is named after BestSelling Thriller Author James Patterson.
What he does, is when he can’t think, he sits at that table, bored, nothing to do. And waits. And waits. He does this on a regular schedule,
waiting for when he finally gets bored of BEING bored, and writes, and that can get the flow going.
But I know that many people, including myself, just don’t have the time to sit at the computer or notebook and be bored for that long,
to what seems to be just wasting time.
But when you do find that you have free time for an hour, or just 20 minutes, I advise sitting in your chair, and just focus and stare at
that blank piece of paper. Most likely, you will just have the urge to write something down.

Number 3- The Steamer

The steamer is basically Steam (As mentioned Above). Write! Write, Write, Write, and Write! Somewhere in your brain you know this
is probably not your best work, and maybe in your view it is Complete Crap! But trust me, TRUST ME. Keep writing. This steam will slowly turn into water if you work hard enough with it,
and this water will douse the Fire, and get you Inspired! This is a great way to get rid of Writer’s Block.

Number 4- The Italian Remedy

I was once reading an Articule on the Fight against Writer’s Block, and It came across many Countrie’s ways of fighting it off.
It said that famous Italian Poets, when not feeling ispired, would go, stop everything, do excleast an hour of excersize( Yes I know, scary)
and then come back. The Fact is- That Phisical help, helps you Mentally! It can liberate some thoughts and ideas, and get you flowing again!

But Of course though, choclate can do that too…

Number 5- The Russian Interview

Ok, maybe the Title is a little dramatic, but it works. Record yourself on your Recorder, Iphone, Computer, and let-a rip all those ideas you just can’t let go on paper.
Talk everything you can think of about you book, to the point all of it is out and you just can’t talk anymore.
Then sit back and listen to everything you just said. Scribble down everythin you really found you could use or consider.
You might be suprised to find that you knew more about the book you wanted to write then you thought!

The Final, Number 6- The Public Display

It came sooner then you could ever think of. You just can’t write, and you read this post, and you have tried everyone of these methods, and non worked. Now it is this one.
This one is By Far, the most Expected to work Method by far, but non of us writers do it.
Giving our work to somebody so they can review it.
This is really hard, because you give over a minial 30 page,3 chapter story to a friend to see what they think, but these 30 pages are what you have Breathed LIFE into.
It feels like you gave a part of yourself up to make it the best it could be, and you have to give it away to be judged.But you can’t even write, so you have to see if it is even worth continuing to write it.

WRITERS. AUTHORS. This is the SMARTEST thing you can do! By doing this and letting a few amount of your most trusted collegues read and give their opinion on, is Genius!
Most likely, they will tell you 100% truth of what they think of it, and tell you want their opinion is. This is a Big thing for a writer to do,writing anytype of book, to see really
if it is even worth publishing, or if it is worth to write.
The answer to this, is what will move you into 1 of 2 directions

1st: That it is Awful, Boring, not worth writing, and you need to improve your writing skills.
2nd: it is good, great for the genre you are writing in, and to keep it up. ( Doesin’t necesarily mean you still can’t improve your writing skills 😉

But Trust me. This is one of the Greatest things a Writer can do to get a sense of direction, and getting rid of writers block, and improving your form of Writing!

 

And those are my 6 methods of getting rid of Writers Block. If you have your own way of getting rid of it, please comment down below and I will add it in an Update Post of Getting Rid
Of Writers Block!

Please Comment what you thought of some of these Methods, and tell me your thoughts!

Good Luck, and Happy Writing!

 

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Introduction Post!

Hi! Welcome to this blog. I don’t call it my blog, because this is for everyone. I want to share my frustrations and inspirations with others, and have their’s shared here.
If you are a writer, you can understand the common fustrations shared by all writers. I want to be able to resolve these, by having the remedy’s shared to resolve common problems like Writer’s Block, organizing your time to write. Or just to find a story…
If you write because you love to write, welcome! If you are writing because you are stuck in a money problem, Welcome, and all the luck to you!
I hope to share my own 14 year old limited knowlegde here, and share the knowledge of others! I have never found one site that gave me all the answers I needed, or to get the motivation from other writers/Authors

that sometimes you really just need, and that’s what I hope to create here.
So, please. Step right in, deposit your own wise knowledge of this literary field, and feel free to interact and browse around for your own remedy to a speed bump you are having on your own novel.

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