Story Time with Tina

Hey guys, Tina here!

So as I am getting ready to lay out the next GGGS, I wanted to take a break and share some of my own personal work. I like to write short stories as a way of dealing with my PTSD and bad dreams. I have been working with a Therapist on all of this and she agrees that writing the short stories that I just blast out are a great way to process my emotions and fears. So I am going to work on transferring some of my old work over to this blog but I wanted to see if I could work out a story for today’s post. So, without further ado, I give you my very short story.

Also note, If you want to listen to what I listen to when I write these stories here is the link. My Muse.

Trigger Warning: You are going to be reading something from a really fucked up mind. You WILL read something you don’t like or might make you feel uncomfortable. I want to take the time to say, If you have sensitivities of any kind to stories that have to do with things that might upset you. Don’t read this. Giving a specific would kill the mood of the story so just use your own judgment.

Also, apologies in advance for using ‘bad words’.

Deep Sleep

I sat up straight from a dead sleep. My head dripping with sweat, my hands shaking. The nightmare had pulled me in once again.

Dreams have always been a burden to me. Taunting me with wishes far out of reach or wrapping my deepest fears around me like a soiled bandage. All the pain and suffering, I could still feel on my arms as I looked them over in the dim light of my flickering tv. No scars, scrapes or bruises to mark the torture I had just endured. My hands were pale and stung from the returning blood. They had lost circulation as I had used them to rest my head on. I flung my legs over the side of the bed and waited a moment for the rest of my mind to understand what I was about to do.

Slowly I stood and started walking off toward the bathroom. I hadn’t pissed the sheets yet but I needed to go. I walked past the dim yellow nightlights that dotted the outlets of the hall. I lived alone so I never risked anyone laughing or questioning my need for light all the time. My feet found the cold, hard tile as I stepped into the bathroom. I reached around on the wall to flip the switch, looking forward at the mirror awaiting my reflection. With the sudden blast of light, I saw a familiar face behind my own just over my shoulder. The face of a very old woman who had lived near my family when I was a child. Her angry furrowed brow dipped down in disappointment.

As suddenly as I gasped at her face, I blinked and she was gone. My lungs were burning as I attempted to take slow steady breaths. I leaned on the frame of the door looking down at my feet. My eyes, searching the darkness behind them looking for any danger. After regaining my mind and breath, I finished walking in and pushed the door closed behind me. I didn’t need to be in there long but I didn’t want the darkness unshielded behind me. Standing over top the bowl with one arm braced on the wall in front of me, I let go of the flood. Wrapping up I tucked everything back into place and turned to the sink to wash up. The sink was filled with a sickly looking brown waste water. As though someone had connected it with a sewer. I shook my head and looked again to see nothing wrong. Fucking nightmares playing tricks on me even now. I couldn’t wait to get back to bed and see what they could come up with then.

I washed up and dried my hands on my towel hung from the door. I flung open the door to find the full figure of the same old woman standing in front of me. I blinked, but this time she didn’t leave. I backed up a bit and pushed the door shut. I moved backward until my ass came in contact with the counter of the sink. Feeling the wetness of the water I turned around to see her face looking back at me instead of my own reflection. Jumping backward, I slammed against the door. Her face had vanished. I felt something brush my foot and looked down to see grasping, bony fingers, skin loosely wrapped around them and wrinkled with age reaching out to touch me. I hauled ass into the tub and sat there crying like a fucking kid for a good half an hour.

Nothing else happened as I carefully maneuvered out of the bathroom and practically ran to my bed. No one to watch as I pulled out my childhood friend Bare bear. The same raggedy old toy I had been given when I was a small child. I sat on the bed, back to the wall, and watched the room for any signs of movement. I started to drift off here or there, shaking myself to be awake and watch for the bitch I knew couldn’t be real.

At some point I had lost to my body’s need for rest. Waking up with the sunlight pouring down on my face. I felt different, the overall heaviness that had been haunting me for days seemed to have vanished. My fears all melted away. I even left Bare bear on the bed, instead of hiding him from anyone who might come around. Not that anyone ever did. I made my way into the living room and sat down on the couch. My tv always on. Fuck the bills, I found ways to keep on lights all around regardless. I sat there for what felt like only mere minutes when I turned and noticed the sun had set. Where had all the time gone?

I walked back down the hall to my bedroom. Keeping an eye on the creeping corners of darkness that were starting to impose themselves. Turning into my room I saw it. The single thing that I had always feared to find. My own body laying on the bed with a rash of pill bottles laying all around and a note neatly folded on the foot of the bed. It had a tear-filled outline of my living horrors and my need for help but inability to find it. I smiled and laid down next to myself. Falling asleep and dreaming of the same nightmares as always. They couldn’t hurt me, cause they weren’t real, but neither was I anymore.


A tale of a new tale

Kris here,

I’ve been having a pretty tough time thinking of a topic to write about this week since Tina and I have been spending a lot of time writing a short story together. Well okay, I’ve been playing a bunch of Overwatch and Minecraft recently, and also working with Tina on a short story. But I’m not here to talk about my shortcomings as the worst battlemercy, I’m here to talk about the story! Recently Tina and I have joined the Fantasy Writer’s Undercroft on Facebook, a group maintained by two guys who make the Worldbuilder’s Anvil, a podcast I’ve been digging for the last few months. (PLUG! So like I was saying, we’ve been doing a huge load of writing, I figured hey I’ll write about writing again. We’ve been collectively working on a story that everybody takes a few hundred words at and passes it on, now we’ve started a new project.

Tina and I are basically the perfect pair to set together on a story because she cares about the people and stories, and I’m all about the world history and details – it practically takes care of itself! Except this writing exercise we figured should be a learning experience so that’s all out the window. The first decision we made was to write a story in first person because who in their right mind writes from first person perspective?? It can certainly be done, but I have a feeling it’s going to take some time to get the voice right and not sound like a robot with short term memory loss. The topic of course is going to be Sci-Fi so I can write about a computer while I’m on my computer. The goal here is to get a story from start to finish in roughly 10,000 words, which may sound like a lot to some of you but trust me, that’s like a 10 minute read. I can’t be dramatic in 10 minutes! I won’t give any more spoilers away because then everyone would yell “Spoilers!” and nobody would read when we posted it once it’s completed and then we’d all be sad.

So, anyone got any experience writing in the first person? If not, give it a crack! I certainly feel a lot more active since I started doing a lot more creatively, even though it sadly has prevented me from becoming a professional Gorilla Scientist. I’ll continue chasing my dreams to the ends of the Earth. Fictionally, I mean.

GGGS: Red Queen

I love YA fiction. There, I said it. I love it so much but dear lord do the females piss me off sometimes. How weak they are or if they are super powerful, they don’t believe in themselves. That is until the new guy shows up. OH but wait! Now that new guy is making the girl feel great about herself, let’s get long time friend who never said anything before this to butt in and make her feel like shit for not thinking of him! DRAMA!

I HATE IT. It is part of the reason that I wanted to write my own story. I enjoy the action and yes sometimes the drama but, I think that if we don’t address the very real issue that there can be more than one kind of action hero, more than one kind of love story, and more than one way of showing your reader drama. I love Jenna Moreci‘s book Eve the awaking. It is full of blood and guts and fighting and love and making out. She is one of the few where I have found myself in love with not just the Main Character but also with plot and line of the story. It led me on a journey to find more of them. Today, I bring you a saga.

Red Queen by Victoria Aveyard is an amazing piece of work that gives you an almost post-apocalypse world mixed with fantasy. Our central character is Mare. She is a down to earth, rag tag, the man got you down kinda girl. She grew up working on ways to make herself useful in a world where the color of your blood can make you lesser of a person. Mare and her family and friends have red blood. No one with red blood is any different than you or I. However, if you have Silver blood, your family is gifted to have some kind of power that makes you better than everyone else. The Silver powers range from Avatar shit of manipulating elements like fire, earth, water, and air to super speed or reading people’s mind.

Without giving to much away, Mare gets caught up in a world of Silvers without warning. She causes her family to lose a primary source of support and sets on a mission to fix it. Mare uses her smarts and luck to work her way into a prized spot that launches her into a shit storm of excitement. This book knocked me sideways more than once. I can’t wait to get started on the next one and see what else she get’s herself into.

No issues with the dainty little princess here. Mare would kick your ass and give you what for. This sassy girl is worth the read and you won’t be disappointed!

To write, or not to write

Kris here,

Just to make it clear, I’m a yuuuge fan of reading. I’ve read a diverse array of genres, but I think my favorites are definitely Sci-Fi and Fantasy for sure. More specifically, I’m a sucker for exploring worlds imagined by the people writing those books. I’ll often be hundreds of pages deep in a book, get impatient as to whether or not they’re ever going to expand or if the story is all about this “protagonist” because by god I’ll throw that book at Tina and let her read it! Don’t tell anyone, but I looked up the ending to more than one book before actually finishing it. “But that’s the wrong way to read a book Kris!” I hear my wife telling you all to tell me. That’s fine, I don’t want to do it the right way, I just want to know if that jerk Antorell got punched in his stupid face!

Recently I’ve been building my own world to write stories in so I can sell them to a big publisher and become a billionaire author. The only shortfall in this scenario is that I usually get caught up in the tiny details I’m always hunting for in other books and then procrastinate until my muse finds a hammer big enough to knock me back on track. For example: I’m pretty sure in the beginning I want my main character to have the West blocked to him, he should go northeast to a city. What city, and what kind of reaction will they have to him? Well I don’t know I’ll come back to it in 5 or 6 weeks. I finally manage to get back to building and I figure I’ll work that out later, for now let’s just focus on getting the continents built. Hmmm, except I know I want some mountains and there should be a valley like right over….well whatever I’ll work it out in another 4 weeks.

The moral of the story here is don’t be like me! The best thing to do in these scenarios is to power through the uncertainty and writers’ block and just vomit some letters all over a page or computer screen. In a day or a week from now you’re going to come back and think “well I was clearly experimenting with some wack stuff, obviously the correct words I meant to write are..” You’ll just need to do this every day or every other day for roughly 6 months to a year and then you’ll get the joy of editing the words you wrote. A lot of writers dread editing because of reasons, editing is actually my favorite part aside from the worldbuilding aspect. That’s where I can actually allow myself to hyperfocus and zoom way, way in on those minute details that add up to make a floppy story. Maybe I’ll write a brief section on editing a story right after I look something up on YouTube real quick…

Good luck out there

When you know

Since my wonderful husband is so awesome and watched the kiddo all weekend and Monday, I figured I would take another week of blogging.

This weekend was amazing. I volunteer at PAX South every year since it started. I enjoy working at conventions much more than attending them. I may not get to sit and watch a panel or whatnot but I do get to see more of the show than most people. I get to experience the awesome feeling of having a solid part in building up my community.

I really do love working with everyone. We all have a common interest in what we are working on and the shared goal of making our show work so smoothly that people think it is easy to run a convention. I love the look of joy on peoples’ faces when we get to introduce them to their hero. Overall a very exciting experience that I don’t think I could ever leave and just attend a convention as one is meant to now. I am tainted to the hidden secrets that most don’t know about.

On a side note, should you ever find yourself in Texas in January for PAX South, you should consider volunteering. We love people. We love making new friends and we love adding new people to the group of people who get shit done.


Speaking of which, I guess I should go work on that last chapter of my novel now huh? Well one more video of Bull won’t hurt!

What is GGGS?

Hello once again everyone! Tina here.

When we first started up this blog I had to make a lot of promises to my husband that I was going to work hard and stay on top of my part. It wouldn’t be fair to have him invest so much time and effort into something I would just leave by the wayside in a month.

Which is a bad habit of mine. I start up something new to get enough information to stop. Typically just as my husband is getting into it! So if you see short stories on here from me… That’s because they are so much easier to write for me than a blog-style writing. I would also like to review games, movies, and books in my own special way. Like ‘The Magicians’ that I just binged on Netflix. SO GOOD but soooooo graphic in its slam your face in this rawness. Which is kinda nice that things don’t stay stuck to the norm of what you expect to happen. This is one that I might have to force Kris to watch with me. 

OH and Anime reviews! I love anime and I have always just kind of kept it to myself unless someone asked or brought it up first. Now, I think I should start my own little Geeky girl gab section. Call them GGGS. So look out for them! If you have suggestions for books, shows, anime or even Youtube videos I should check out and talk about let me know!