Not much since my last post, but I felt I had to get something more out before my early bed check tonight. I managed to get a few paragraphs out and to be honest; I wish I wasn't going to bed early because I have plenty more I wanted to add. Anyway, here's a very small part for the sake of posting. I'll be hitting it hard this weekend for sure.

1,636/30,000
5% complete

In the days since he had began his publication, most officers had come to leave The Blackened Journal in the hands of the people. They felt the people needed to know what was going on around them rather than remain oblivious to dangers that surround them. Others praised the Journal for its assistance in closing over 40 cases to date. Still there existed the few that, if they knew Marek had been the one putting it out, would have him strung up for exposing the people to the gruesome face of Plymouth they hadn’t before seen unmasked. It may have been a little selfish on his part, but Marek couldn’t stand to see his writings hidden from anyone, even an officer just trying to protect the innocence of his city.

Like a said, just a tiny piece this time. Be sure to keep an eye on Robert's story as well.

 

The Great Writing Race

So its been decided, Robert and myself have decided to begin a race to write a novel. The deadline is May 1st and we will be publishing them as e-books. The goal is 30k< words by then. We'll be posting updates on how far we are along with little tidbits of the stories as we progress. On a side note, if anyone else cares to join in on the race, feel free. We love meeting new writers and such. Well, I suppose I'll start with my first update and tidbit on my story.

If you've read my past posts, this is the beginning of the piece titled "The Blackened Journal." The piece I wrote before is a lot further into the story. So far my word count is up to:

01,106/30,000  3% of the way there.

Well, without further delay, here's a tiny piece of the intro to hopefully capture your interest.

Marek fixed his lens on the scene below. His camera snapped shot after shot from atop one of the girders in the rundown construction site. The Men conducting the transaction were oblivious to their stalkers presence. The bigger of the two men opened the trunk to his old sedan and pulled another man who was tied and gagged from within. The bound man was dressed in an expensive looking royal blue suit which was torn up and covered in stains of his own blood. The camera continued to capture the events as they unfolded. The man shut his trunk and climbed into the driver’s seat of his vehicle. He quietly drove off with all of his lights off to not draw attention. The other man started in on the one that was bound. “You think you can just put our boss up, just like that? You got a lot of nerve taking that case,” he kicked the man on the ground who let out a yell and whimpered a bit, “lemme show you what happens to you lawyers who go up against the boss.” The man dragged the beaten lawyer to his van and tossed him in the back, slamming the door on him in the process. The man slicked his grease filled hair back and then kicked dirt up over the bloodstained ground. When the scene was covered, he hopped in the van and drove off. Marek zoomed into the back of the van and snapped his last photo. As the van drove out of site, Marek slid his camera back into its pouch and slid back into the darkness.