Note from Lewis Spiel

Due to the upcoming exams, I also will not be taking part in the 500 word challenge in the next two weeks. (But unlike Silver Ink, both of my exams are in the first week, so I'll probably be back sooner.)

Please-- if you're interested in contributing to this blog as a guest author, then by all means, do so! --Erm, Silver Ink will post some rules concerning that, sooner or later. :)

Thank you!

MIni-Poll Comment Post (mPCP): Character Profile Project II by Silver Ink

Hi all! Anyways, due to the liking of character background stories (based on the last poll), I will be starting a similar project for another original character of mine. 


Current Offered Options
(name)--(age when background story will be concluded)--(position)
Arliquen Chizan--16--healer
Ette Bennett--15--student
Miranda Syis--24--scientist, professor


Before I post the actual poll, if someone would like another character*, please post a comment on this post (or email inked.silver@gmail.com) specifying the name of the character and the story he or she was from. 


If I feel I have enough about that character to write a background story on, then I will add him or her onto the above list of characters to be offered. Please note that this list is subject to change at any time without warning and that it is in no way a final of what will be on the poll. 


* From one of SilverInk's past entries, not including the collaboration (The Overdue Check). Any character is fine, so long as a name and story origin can be provided. (ie: One could opt for Judith Morgan from the Dawn Eternia project, but not for the orphanage lady from the same project.)


Thanks for the input! It is very much appreciated! :D
~SilverInk

Overwhelmed

Title: Overwhelmed
Author: SilverInk
Writing: Rant 
Word Count: 537

She fell face first in the dirt and did not get up. The sand stained her plain clothes and the wind tangled her short hair and she lay there, silent tears streaming softly down.

Failure.

Whoever knew it would hit her so strong? Whoever would have guessed, that beneath the arrogant layers, beneath the confident façade, beneath the brave mask, there were deeply rooted fears? Fears that had been carefully folded away, stitched invisibly into the subconscious heart. Fears that she convinced herself she did not have. Fears that now burst forward like a rushing river crashing past a dam, like a waterfall plunging to its doom, like a tsunami that burst from a harmless puddle.

Useless.

 Her hand clenched into a fist. When did she become this, this person she feared most to be? Was it really all an act? Why couldn’t she now be the person she used to be? Why did everything have to come crashing…now?

Lost.

And now that she was this…thing…she had so feared, where would she go? Where did the path lead to, and who stood along that path? What must she do to get onto the right path? That is, if there was a right path.

Chased

And then the memories. The past that was haunting her, dripping ice into her heart with perverse glee, watching her writhe with fire burning within her mind, trying desperately to keep back the fearsome cold. She wasn’t afraid of the past, but sometimes the aspects of her history that she had worked so hard to keep hidden resurfaced, making present-day connections with remembrances from long ago.

Lachrymal glands gone wild but self all but muted, she scrunched into a ball on the ground and as if clinging to an invisible anchor, she held herself together. Fighting feebly the fiery explosion of feelings that consumed her, she fell, freely fading into the fine fringe of dark gray that blocked out the false reality.

It was over.

The battle had been fought, and lost; at the end there had been a glimmer of something she faintly remembered was called “Hope” or “Faith” or something along those lines, but it was transient. The misery however, was not.

The war was still raging, but she stuck her mind into the course sand she was lying on and pretended it didn’t exist. Tried to. But reality exists within the mind, and what is carved into the mind remains intractably engraved in the mind; thus reminders of failure and present crisis remained immutable ingrained in her conscience, covering any happy graffiti quickly—pride and contentment became as fleeting as an impulse leaping down a myelinated neuron.

Neurons whose sodium and  potassium channels soon became stubbornly fixed in a partially open position; they become defected channels and impassionedly leave the pump to maintain a shifty equilibrium.

But what if the pump too, stops functioning?

Because the impulses keep coming, the war keeps raging. She cringed again, knowing perfectly well that she was in a war, that this war had not ended, that this war could not be lost, that this war would determine her fate.

She crumpled up, both mentally and physically, unable to handle anything when she felt overwhelmed.


Artist's Note: Sorry about the brevity of it...


Another apology: Since AP tests are coming up, this will be MY last post until after the AP tests in a few weeks. After the AP tests, I should have more time to do more about my writing/art and there should, theoretically, be more posts or better quality. Theoretically. 


I will be posting the character profile mini-poll comment post that explains how it's going to run :) Please comment!
~SilverInk

Poll Comment Post (PCP)--RESULTS, upcoming mini- poll

Hello! So basically this post is corresponding to the Poll above. 
Basically, vote for what you would like to see more of or think Lewis or Silver would benefit from writing more. Something along those lines....ish... 


You can pick more than one option (and are encouraged to) 


PLEASE, please, please comment to clarify your choices if you think there may be some vagueness involved (and especially for the "Other" option! D:<


After the Poll:
Hello! Results for the recent poll "What would you like more of?":
(There were a total of 6 votes) 


(5 votes) Short Story
(4 votes) Character Background, Collaboration, Image-Inspired.
(2 votes) Excerpts, Screenplay
(1 vote)   Fanfiction, Other, Uncatagorized. 


However, there was no comment that specified what was meant by the "Other/ Something not yet exemplified"....


:D THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO VOTED :D :D :D


As AP tests are coming up, there may or may not be immediate action based on these results.... but you can expect more after AP tests (in about a month....ish...maybe less). :)


Upcoming Poll: Yes, Another Poll. :P Silver's Character Mini-Poll
So since character profiles (background stories) seems pretty popular (ish?) I (SilverInk) was thinking of giving some of my other original characters a similar project. Or, in a twist, putting a few of them together in a short story/excerpt-like entry. (But that will come later...maybe.)


So for a mini-poll, I was deciding among a few people for the background stories (In alphabetical order by first name):
(name)--(age)--(position)
Arliquen Chizan--16--healer
Ette Bennett--15--student
Miranda Syis--24--scientist


And of course, if you'd like, you can vote for someone from any of my (Silver's) stories; just post a comment on the corresponding poll comment post specifying which character (name) and from which story. :) For convenience, please don't request something from a collaboration with another writer. (aka, don't pick Mariah or Adrian). 


(The above poll will be posted shortly after the current one ends; options may be changed =.=')


Again, a big THANK YOU to EVERYONE that voted :D :D

Smile

Title: Smile
Author: Lewis
Writing: short story / (bad) humor
Word Count: 207

"Smiles are your armor," Big brother always said. "They're your friend, and they're your disguise. Use them well, and soon you'll have your enemies eating out of your hands."

"I understand, Brother," he said.

In the following years the little boy was never seen without a bright smile plastered across his face. And Big brother was right! A smile was all he needed. A smile no matter what situation he went through. A few years passed- trials came and passed, and that smile became a little strained. It wrinkled and sagged at the edges, and it eventually lost its power.

"Where did my smile go?" he asked.

Big brother- poor big brother, his hair was so white - shook his head. "You're doing it all wrong. You're not smiling."

"Yes, I am!" he argued. "Look!" The edges of his mouth twitched upwards, then sagged down heavily. His face was fixed in an undeniably unhappy frown. "Why...?"

"It's because you're not smiling from your heart." Big brother was smiling so gently. "If you don't smile from your heart, there is no trustworthiness in your smile, and therefore no power in your grasp. It's the ability to truly smile that ensnares others." he paused.

"I think I've gone off on a tangent."

Teen Titans Fanfiction

Title: Coming Back
Author: SilverInk
Writing: Fanfiction
Word Count: 707

“Terra!” Beast Boy called, seeing the blonde haired girl sitting on the rocks in front of Titans Tower. “Terra! You came back!”

“Beast Boy- I was looking for you,” she replied, getting up, “I assumed that you were off fighting crime, so I decided to wait here until you got back.”

“Yea, some creepy monster that turns into anything it touches is roaming the city. It keeps getting away though.”

“Oh…”

“But anyways, you said you wanted to talk to me- what’s up? Have you finally remembered everything? Are you going to accept that you are Terra?”

She laughed, “Um… I’ll tell you and no and I don’t know.”

Beast Boy’s face screwed up as he tried figure out which answers matched which questions.

“Terra.” A voice said from behind them. “So is it true? Are you back from stone?”

“Huh?” she turned around to see Raven watching her emotionlessly. Soon Starfire and Robin came out, hand in hand.

“Terra! It is most joyous to see that you have revived!”

“Um… hi!”

“She doesn’t remember anything,” Beast Boy said.

“But you’re still Terra?” Robin asked, being dragged forward by the gregarious Starfire.

“… I… suppose… That’s what I came here to discuss anyway.”

Cyborg appeared behind them, a serious smile on his face, “Well, then you might as well come in. We’ll have to do few scans and check things out.”

---

She sat on the bed in the infirmary, listening to the Beast Boy and Raven recall memories for her. Well, mostly Beast Boy. Raven mainly sat there, meditating, occasionally adding a few things and smiling at a joke.

There’s something wrong with the smile, she thought, scrutinizing the tiny grin.

The other three stood aloof, reading the results of the scans and discussing possibilities. Cyborg was muttering quietly to Robin, a serious look on his face. Robin nodded and interjected sometimes, but mostly just held Star’s hand. The Tamranian was silent for a rare moment , simply listening to the conversation.

“And then you said, ‘it’s never too late’ and went off to stop the volcano,” Beast Boy finished.

“We left a plaque and flowers at your statue,” Raven put in and stepped to the ground from her meditation position, “We tried to revive you, but it didn’t really work. Then the Brotherhood stated being a real pain and we went to Paris to finish them off. The city had changed… a lot by the time we got back and that’s when we found that you weren’t a statue anymore.”

She nodded. A few red petals fell to the floor beside her. A drop of rainwater found its way through the roof of the cave and hit it, causing the edge of the petal to glisten. She felt a few drops of the water trail down her numb arm and hand. Slowly, the life trickled back into her.

“Terra?” Beast Boy asked, waving his hand in front of her face, “What’s up?”

“Huh?”

“You just, kind of went… blank for a moment”

“I remembered something, I think.”

“What happened?”

She relayed the quick flashback as Cyborg, Robin and Starfire came over.

Beast Boy and Raven nodded in understanding and looked to Robin for the results.

“She is indeed our friend Terra!” Starfire exclaimed, unable to contain herself.

“Yep. She’s her. The only thing that’s missing are a few memories. … She’s clean forgotten everything to do with us and her powers.”

“I figured that.”

Cyborg gazed down at her quickly, “There are a few missing pieces and a few messed up screws about you, but we’ll fix you up back to the way it was before.”

She nodded half- gratefully and half- uncertainly.

Suddenly, Raven looked up at her, “What’s your name?”

The other 4 Titans looked at the half- demon incredulously. “What do you mean? She’s Terra.”

“When she and Beast Boy were talking, she never mentioned her name; she only asked why he kept calling her Terra,” she muttered in reply, “We need to know what exactly she remembers in order to cure her.”

The girl nodded and moved to sit on a more comfortably.

“As I know, my name is Aquaria, but most call me Ashlyn. All I remember is high school.”

Artist's Note: Right, so this was the first chapter of a fanfiction that I wrote...quite a while ago... in support of a Teen Titan's Season Six. 

It's obvious which pairings I ship.... >.<

Anyways, it's supposed to be set after "Things Change," the last episode of Season Five and last broadcasted episode on Cartoon Network. I wrote a chapter two and started a chapter three, but never got beyond that. 

Hope you like it!

~SilverInk