The First Chapter (but not necessarily Chapter 1)

Sara spit, the wad landing in the corner of his eye. He didn't even bother to wipe it away, he just continued to stare at her. "I have all night. We can wait as long as you want."

She shrugged, "That's fine with me. I won't be the one to die. You know my family is out there looking for me. Looking for you." It was a stretch, but worth a try. No one was looking for her - even on a normal night she wouldn't be home yet.

He chuckled in reply. "They are, are they?" A slim smile stared at her as he shook his head.

He walked away and sat at a desk, his back to her. Sara struggled against her bods holding to the chair. Her heart's pace started to rise, panic was setting in. She held still and took long, slow breaths. She could do this. She had to. As she gazed at her captor though, she had to stop and think. Why her? Of all girls that he could take, why her? He knew she had connections, and he knew how powerful they were. The risk didn't seem worth it. Maybe they really were as stupid as the stories claimed. There was a way to find out though.

Sara started to pull hard against the ropes. The chair shuffled a foot across the floor. The chair spun around and he laughed. "You're so cute when you struggle."

She sat still. "But I had you there."

"You had me?"

"Well you must doubt your ability to tie a knot. If they were tight, you'd have no reason to turn around and check on me." She tilted her head, and although tied to a chair, she had a look that said, "Yeah, I'm right. Now come over here and give me my reward." He wasn't one to deny someone their just rewards; he walked over and stood in front of her.

"You really are cute when you struggle." She could tell he was pleading, as if she wer denying him the one thing in the world that he wanted. It would be so easy to get him to drop his pants right there, but she had to taunt him for just a bit more.

"Am I cute?" Her green eyes grew into a pout. "Or sexy?" Evil intentions burned through her eyes, but not the ones that he saw. If only he knew.

"You're damn sexy. Dirty." He playfully scowled at her.

Sara flung her chestnut hair away from her left ear and let it fall past her right shoulder. "Tell me how dirty I am." He opened his mouth to start in the banter. "Whisper it to me, you naughty boy."

He leaned in and slid his hands up her hands, past her tied wrists, and up to her shoulders. His lips carressed her exposed ear. "You're so ..." He gasped for breath and reached through the air behind her for some unseen aid. He slumped down to the arm of the chair and fell to the floor. Blood dripped from the empty arm onto his cheek as the frayed rope ends fluttered down to the floor.

A new direction

So from here out, this blog will just be for writing - stories, poems, whatever. My goal is to get to 100,000 words on this thing, which shouldn't be too hard if I work at it. Here I go!

What seems to be months later...

Well it hit, that's for sure. Recruitment is going extremely well for us - 11 guys so far and many more that are looking to sign. That's awesome!

On another note, I joined the face book groupies. Definitely a cool site. Hopefully it helps with more than just meeting people I already know. We'll have to see.

Classes are going extremely well. I got an A on my Women and Mythology paper, that was awesome to see. Graphics is really interesting and the rest are just so-so.

But onto what I really need to write, more of my story.

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Bryan woke from his shivering. Snow surrounded him. How he got here was lost to him, as was the house he fell asleep in.

A slight tingle in his right hand made him look down. The snow was red around his hand from the blood that dripped from his palm. He sat up and grasped his palm with his left hand to steady it. A square with a triangle inside of it had been carved into his hand. The snow had stopped the bleeding, and somehow, the wound was already scarring.

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Hopfully I'll be able to write in this more often. So check back once in a while and see what's up.

Peace out.

Hearts and pounding, adrenaline is rushing, it's about to hit

Just 12 hours until it hits. The greatest recruitment effort this chapter has seen since I joined. Granted I only joined a year ago, but still, it's pretty big.

We're about to meet to go over our move-in strategy. So I must sign off for now. Be back sometime - maybe in a week if I'm lucky.

Peace out.

Not so calm before the storm

I cleaned our dining room today. I'm proud of the job I did. We just need to finish our Chapter Room. (FYI we are currently redoing the Chapter room of my fraternity house to make it more sutiable for studying and working. Thus whem the chapter room got cleared out, the dining room got filled with stuff.)

Almost everyone that's living in the house this year is back. Only two left. It should prove to be an interesting year. I'm looking forward to it.

I went and got my books today. 13!!! Normally it's like 6 for me, max. But my women in mythology class requires about 8 or so. One book is the DaVinci Code, which is awesome. I'm looking forward to that.

Video games are a great way to waste time. I'll have to remember this when I get into the field and try to design games that help to develop you as a person (mentally, socially, etc.).

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The silver gleamed in the firelight. It seemed to steal the rest of the light from the room. It was just an ordinary pocket knife. Being cased in silver is normal, but it was ordinary besides that.

Why those. . . people - Bryan couldn't remember if they were men or women- were so upset at losing this, it was beyond him. Granted it would be worth at least a couple hundred if not a grand, but not something to chase him through a blizzard on the coasts of Lake Michighan.

He folded the knife up and returned it to his pocket. He didn't know where he was going to turn to next, but he at least had time to think. He closed his eyes and laid back down. The crackle of the fire lulled him to sleep, just like back home.

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Peace out.

Gravity takes hold and a star is born

People need to take charge and people need to let go of power. It sounds contradicting, but it's true. Someone needs to lead a group and take charge to make sure something gets done, but at the same time, they cannot hold power. They have to give the power to the people they lead.

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Bryan opened his eyes. A girl knelt above him. An angel knelt above him. "Am I dead? Is this heaven?" The girl shook her head and chuckled.

Her hair swung around her head and brushed her nose. Her face gleamed in the glow from the fireplace. Her touched soothed aches he had since he broke his knee in high school football. She smelled like . . . like . . . There was nothing in the world that smelled as sweet as her.

Suddenly Bryan could see more. The light had not changed, but he could see things about this being that tended him. She didn't like to see people hurt, even if they were her worst enemies. She couldn't sit still and do nothing for very long. She valued knowledgen and thrived to learn more each day. She hated bugs - they were the only things she could kill. The most important thing in the world was friendship. And something else, something dark. Bryan couldn't make it out.

"What were you running from?" Her voice shattered the vision and all was dark again.

"Running? What do you . . ." Bryan sat straight up. His head spinned. The last thing he remembered was running in the cold. A pain in his shoulder. Blood, lots of blood. "I don't know who. Or where I was trying to go. Or anything besides that I had to get away. Besides that I had to keep it safe." He reached in his pocket and pulled it out. The object that started everything.

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Peace out.

A new day, a new week, a new year (almost)

It's coming down to the end of summer. Less than a week and everyone is back on the UW-P campus and the excitement of the school year is once again upon us. I still have things yet to complete this week, and more things keep coming up.

I've decided to learn Visual Basic prior to class starting, and as easy as it is, it's really boring to read a book on a programming language. But the book claims that it'll only take 24 hours and I'm already ahead of schedule. Hopefully that 24 hours will shorten into much less.

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Only on a day as cold as this could Bryan walk past the pain. His leg had gone numb two hours ago after walking through snow drifts up to his stomach. Two hours and a hundred yards. It was pretty easy to follow him as his blood stained a straight line to him. The absense of his attackers confirmed their beliefs that he was dead.

He trudged on toward the small shack ahead. Smoke curled from the chimney and Bryan could almost feel the heat of the fire inside. He plodded on.
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I might make these stories a kind of choose-your-own-adventure where readers can dictate what will happen next. So watch out for those. Also, if you want more background in the story, let me know and I'll see what I can do.

Peace out.