Tales From The Writers’ Desk: Crazy Drivers

This tale has been sitting for a long time… in my imagination, that is. I started writing it when I got my drivers’ license… three months ago. 😀 Enjoy!

I slam the door to my office and slump down into my swivel chair. I blow out a breath and growl, pushing my hair out of my face. The door opens slightly and Benedict steps in. “Trouble on the way here?”

I groan. “I hate driving. Honestly, what’s with people on the roads? Everyone drives so slow!”

Benedict sits down in the interview chair. “Really?”

I sigh. “Yes! There was this jerk in front of me who was just inching along! I was stuck behind him for over a mile, and I couldn’t pass him, thanks to all the other cars whizzing past. So I had to wait until I got to Lava Java.” I growl. “Thank goodness he didn’t stop, too.”

“That’s interesting,” Benedict says.

I frown. “Why?”

“Well, on my way to work today, there was a person riding my bumper almost the whole time.” He leans back in the chair. “I was quite relieved when they turned into Lava Java Coffee Shop.”

My face heats up. “Um…” This is awkward…

Benedict gives me a half grin. “Don’t worry about it. But you may want to work on patience… and your driving.”

Time to chat! Do you drive? Which one are you: the speeder or the slowpoke? (I’m the slowpoke…) Ever had an experience like this? Comment below!

**Author’s note: I’ve got a surprise coming tomorrow… **

Tales From The Writer’s Desk: So Many Stories

Hullo, everyone! This is a little piece that came out of my frustration for all the new story ideas I keep getting. All stories mentioned are real works-in-progress or new ideas. Enjoy!

I’m literally banging my head on my desk when Benedict comes into my office. He coughs, and I look up, rubbing my now sore forehead. “Yes?” I grumble.

Benedict hands me an envelope. “Another one, from Shadow.”

I let the envelope fall onto the desk, rolling my eyes at the “Confidential” stamp on it. Shadow is the guy who dishes up ideas for me. Right now he is the person I am quite angry with. Emphasis on angry.

“Would you like me to read it for you?” Benedict offers. He’s so helpful, bless his heart. If he weren’t here, I probably would have thrown my computer out the third story window by now.

I sigh and push the envelope across the desk to him. “Does he really think I need this many ideas? This is, like, the fourth one this week! Honestly! I mean, I really loved that twin idea, and the ideas for Chloe were super helpful, but I can’t write all of these at once!”

Benedict’s eyes widen as he reads, and he grins. “This one’s good.”

I groan. “I don’t think I want to hear it.”

He dangles the paper in front of me. “Contemporary Robin Hood story with the possibility of becoming a Cinderella crossover… Oh, and it even has a pretty nice first line.”

I snatch the paper away and read it excitedly. “Oooh! I love it!” I hug the paper to my chest, then moan. “But I have so many other stories…”

Benedict pats my shoulder. “You’ll be fine, Bri. Just set it aside for now and write down any ideas that come to mind. You can make it your reward for getting Chloe’s story done.”

I gaze longingly at the story idea. “Benedict, if you get any more envelopes from Shadow, do me a favor and hide them, okay? I’ve already got two possibilities for NaNoWriMo projects… I don’t think I need any more options.”

Benedict smiled. “Of course.”

Well, what about you? Do you have too many story ideas, or not enough? What’s your favorite not-yet-written idea? Comment below!

Tales From The Writer’s Desk: Blogiversary Bash

Warning: Craziness follows. For more information about characters, click the links provided. 😉 Enjoy!!!

“So… why are we here?” Slade asks. He leans back in the chair, arms behind his head.

I gape at him. “What?”

“Why was I dragged here?” Slade says, raising an eyebrow.

“We didn’t drag you here,” Wilson says, plopping down in another chair nearby. “We said, ‘Come on, there’s going to be cake,’ and you came.”

“And I haven’t seen any cake.” Slade leaned forward. “You didn’t lie to me, did you?”

Iris leans against my desk. “Bri said there would be cake,” she says. All eyes turn to me.

“Um.” This is a tough position. “I think all of you might have misunderstood. While there will most likely be birthday cake, as long as Adelyn doesn’t make… er, attempt to make… it, I-I wasn’t talking about cake the food. I was talking about Cake the person.”

Silence. “You–” Ellis stutters. “There’s a person named Cake?”

“Blame Adelyn,” I grumble. “She’s the one who gave him the nickname when he wouldn’t tell her his name.”

“I’m more concerned about the apparent lack of food cake,” Slade says, looking very upset.

Haven stands up. “I can take care of that.”

I give her a grateful smile and she ducks her head shyly before turning to leave the room. Benedict comes in, and I point towards a seat. “Sit,” I command. “You don’t need to work. This is a party. Everyone can show themselves in here.”

He sits down reluctantly, and Iris leans forward, eyes sparkling. “So, this Cake guy. Does he have a real name?”

I make a face. “He says he does, but he won’t tell me, so sometimes I wonder.”

The door opens and Adelyn walks in, followed by Cake, Jet, and Chase, her story companions. “I can’t believe you’ve been around for a whole year,” Adelyn says, giving me a present.

“Uh, it’s not my birthday,” I say, face turning red.

“Yeah, but it’s the blog’s, and it’s pretty much the same thing,” Adelyn insists. “Besides, I burned the cake.” She looks around the room at everyone. “Well, this is our first time here. I can’t believe it! It’s so cool. I meant to talk to you about an interview, Bri,” she hints.

I clear my throat, but I’m interrupted as the door opens again. “I’m pretty sure I’ve got the next turn,” Chloe says, walking in. Her cane taps slowly against the floor, and Benedict helps her find a chair. Melissa rolls in after her, parking her wheelchair next to Chloe’s chair. There’s a slight tap at the door as it starts to close and then Pam rolls in.

“Yay for the only one whose story is actually finished and published,” Slade grumbles, giving me a pointed look.

Pam’s cheeks redden. “Are you almost finished typing up our post-book interview?” she asks me.

Now my face is hot. “Um. Getting close, yes.” I stand up quickly. “Since we’re obviously limited on space, you all are the only ones I’ve invited.”

“Yay, no Marba!” Ellis says, grinning.

“I don’t have a villain,” Pam says, frowning.

“Same.” Chloe shifts in her chair. “Or do you just mean that you didn’t invite my mom? She’s not exactly a villain.”

“Um.” Abstract villains? “Technically your conflicts are internal. But that doesn’t matter now, why don’t we just enjoy ourselves?”

Haven walks in carrying a cake, and Slade leaps up to hold the door for her. I’m not sure if it’s because of the cake or Haven. I hide a smile. “How did you even make it that fast?” Iris says, eyes wide.

Haven smiles and sends me a wink. “I came prepared.” She’s always thinking ahead, of course, and she probably decided to bring a cake, just in case.

We set the cake down in the middle of my desk, which is cleaned off for once. Everyone gathers around, and Benedict and I blow out the candles. I roll my eyes at him, but he just smiles.

Slade reaches for the cake. “This is mine, okay? You guys can find your own…”

I smack his hands away and pick up the knife. “Who wants a slice?”

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Tales From The Writer’s Desk: A Little Help Here!

You step into the office you’ve become so familiar with, eyeing the book room. You want to get back to some more stories, but Bri said she needs to talk to you first. “You wanted to see me, Bri?” you ask.

Bri looks up from her laptop and stops humming. She pauses the song playing. “Yes, I do. Have a seat.”

You sit down in the interview chair, a little nervously. “What was that song? I didn’t recognize it.”

Her face flushes, embarrassed. “The Song of the Cebu. It’s – it’s a VeggieTales song.”

You hold back your laughter as Bri quickly continues. “Anyway, I need help. I just finished that series of interviews with the main characters of the Teen Warrior series and I have a huge list of other people to interview. I don’t know which one to start with, so I need you to help me decide which ones to do next. I’d like for you to pick out some of the ones that sound interesting to you. And I need some new questions, too. Do you think you can help?”

Please comment below with suggestions for interview questions! Your question could appear in a future interview. And vote on the poll for who you think should be interviewed next. Choose your three favorites, and feel free to comment on why you chose them! See the previous interviews for reference:

Slade     Iris     Wilson     Ellis     Haven

Tales From The Writer’s Desk: Invisible Invasion

I hum as I finish off the last bit of a short story. I smile as I click ‘print’. I still have to proofread, edit, and revise the story, but I’m pleased with what I’ve done so far. I’ve always heard that it’s best to step away from a story for a while before going over it to edit and proofread, and I’ve found that to be good advice. I stretch as I stand up before walking over to the printer and pulling out the newly printed sheets. After stapling them and laying them on my desk, I step into the book room. I should probably work on organizing some of these stories, and the interviews, better. Or maybe I should just re-organize the whole room.

The first thing I notice when I step into the room is that there’s an open book simply floating in the air. I stop in my tracks. The second thing I notice is that the pages are flipping slowly, like someone’s reading them. Yes, very creepy. The third thing I notice is that the window is open. I sigh and put my hands on hips. “Iris!”

The book starts to fall to the floor, but I manage to leap out and catch it before it hits the ground. I close it and put it back on the shelf. “What are you doing here, Iris? You know this space is supposed to be off-limits unless I say otherwise.”

A teenage girl with wavy dark brown hair appears in front of me, a sheepish look on her face. “Sorry. I was just kind of bored and needed something interesting to read.” Iris pauses, then smiles. “I knew the perfect place to find good stories.”

I smirk. “Ha-ha. You know flattery doesn’t work with me. And, although I thank you for your compliment, you should probably leave.” She looks like she’s about to protest, but I hold up my hand. “Come back later and ask for permission. Right now, I’m going to be cleaning out and organizing, so I need the room empty. Unless you would like to help…” I suggest.

Iris mumbles something about needing to get back to the group for a meeting and disappears out the door. I smile to myself as I begin moving stacks of books. The oldest trick in the book.

Tales From The Writer’s Desk: Out To Lunch

Inspired by questions on sarahtps’ post about her Liebster Award acceptance. Enjoy, and please let me know what you think. I love feedback! 😀

“Hi, Cascade, Iris, Slade,” I greet as the three troop into my office. It’s quite crowded with this many people. “Are you guys ready for lunch?”

“Starved,” Slade groans. Iris jabs him in the ribs with her elbow. We leave and head out of the building. “Where are we going to eat, anyway?” Slade asks.

I shrug. “Um, well, I guess we could go to the Shawarma Palace,” I suggest.

Cascade nodded. “That’s perfect. They’re amazing.”

We make our way down the street and take a cab at the corner. Even with all the heavy New York traffic, it doesn’t take us long to reach the restaurant and order our food. It’s pretty early for lunch, so the restaurant is virtually empty. We quickly devour our food.

“That was good, Bri, thanks for treating us,” Iris says, smiling at me.

“No problem,” I reply. “I enjoyed it, too.”

“So, what are we going to do next?” Slade asks. “You said you had a full day planned.”

“Fighting ninjas? Or crocodiles? Or man-eating tigers?” Cascade suggests eagerly. I laugh, and I’m about to reply when a voice from the booth behind us interrupts me. A man stands up and faces us.

“How about fighting… me?” he asks, an evil grin crossing his face. His knotted black hair is pulled back in a loose ponytail, and his sun-darkened face has wrinkles crossing it. They’re not smile wrinkles. A scar stretches across his cheek from his chin up to his eye. And then his eyes… one is green, the other yellow, and they’re both glittering with an intense hatred and glee.

“Raltan,” I breathe. “Raltan Menger.” He’s the villain from the story that Cascade was in, and he nearly killed her twin brother, Darrin.

He smiles. “Of course.” He turns to face Cascade. “I’m sure you wouldn’t be too scared to fight me.” He smirks.

Slade waves his hand as he steals a French fry from Iris. Raltan tumbles backwards, landing on his rear. Cascade leaps on top of him and clips handcuffs on his wrists. “I would fight you,” she admits, “but it’s probably a good idea to lock you up first.” She winks at Slade. “Too bad you weren’t there when we needed you.”

“Yep, lock him up,” I agree, relieved. “It’s a very good idea.”

Stepping Into The World

“Hello, welcome to our world,” the man behind the front desk greets you. He reminds you strangely of Sherlock from the BBC series. “I’m Benedict. Are you here to see Bri?”

You gape at him. “No way! You’re not… Benedict Cumberbatch?”

He gives you a strange look. “No, just Benedict. Please, step this way.” He leads you out of the small, white waiting area and through a door. The office you enter doesn’t look like a normal office. Sticky notes and index cards cover the walls. A luciously soft-looking chair sits on your side of the huge oak desk, and in an equally comfy-looking chair on the other side of the desk sits a teenage girl. She shoves her blond hair behind her ear as she scribbles violently on a piece of paper. She looks up and spots you, looking startled.

“Oh, hi, take a seat,” she says, quickly turning her attention back to her writing.

You gaze around the office. A laptop is set up on the table, but the girl isn’t really using it. A song’s playing on it, and you move the mouse to discover that it’s the Avengers theme song. You smile and lean back in the chair. The only wall that doesn’t have sticky notes and index cards on it is the one behind the desk. A floor-to-ceiling bookshelf takes up that entire wall, and, although not all of the shelves are filled with books, there are plenty of books stacked on the floor, too.

The girl finally sets down her pencil and smiles at you. “Sorry about that,” she says. “I’m Bri.” She shakes your hand. “I take it you’re here to explore. There’s a whole other room filled with stories over there.” She motions to a spot where you can see a doorknob peeking out through the sticky notes. “Try not to knock off too many notes if you go in there. I interview people, too, so there’s some of those interviews in there, too. I hope you enjoy checking everything out. Let me know if you need help, and I’d love your feedback on all of the things you read. Enjoy!”

You thank her and head over to the door. Taking a deep breath, you gently swing it open and step into the World.