Category: Jasper

WWW: Mystery letter

This comes from Jasper City.  Tag line:  An outlaw seeks revenge against a city’s tyrant Mayor, while the man appointed to stop him begins to doubt the merits of his cause.

Here is part of a letter, written by one character to his brother.  For mystery’s sake I’m not going to give names here, but both characters have been introduced before.
I can’t do it anymore, Brother.  You’re a stronger man than I.  It’s time to face the fact that our attempts have been fruitless, and we’ve been doing more harm than good all along.

It’s time that we put this experiment to an end once and for all.  Believe me, Brother.  If there were any other way to go about this, I would jump at the chance.  I have given this much thought, and there exists no other option.

Know that I have always loved you, and I always will.

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WWW: Thomas Quinn

This comes from Jasper City.  Tag line:  An outlaw seeks revenge against a city’s tyrant Mayor, while the man appointed to stop him begins to doubt the merits of his cause.

I’m introducing some new characters today:  Thomas Quinn or Citizen C-214 works as an informant for Dex, collecting information regarding Citizen 71 without alerting the Mayor.  Mary is one of his sources.

Mary began with a disclaimer:  “I don’t know how much of this you’ll be able to use.  But it could be big.”

“Talk to me,” Thomas said, patting the seat next to him.

Mary claimed her seat.  “B-39 had an argument with Mayor Jasper before the bombing, and it was heated enough that the Mayor sent him home.”

“What was it about?”

“The new General,” she said.  “B-39 didn’t think McMahon was a a good choice.”


WWW: Richard Madden

(No relation to the Game of Thrones actor.  The name is purely coincidental.)

This comes from Jasper City.  Tag line:  An outlaw seeks revenge against a city’s tyrant Mayor, while the man appointed to stop him begins to doubt the merits of his cause.

In this installment of Weekend Writing Warriors, Cynthia’s father has been hospitalized.  A nurse comes to check on his condition, but apparently she has other motives.

“You’re locked down.  Mayor’s orders… Officially, Citizen 71’s bombing put you in such critical condition that having a visitor would be dangerous.  You’re also in a coma, post-surgery, and because f that your immune system’s been compromised.”

“And unofficially?” Richard asked.  “What’s so important about me that the Mayor had to tell that fairy tale?”

The nurse frowned.  “I was hoping you could tell me.”

WWW: Mayor Calvin Jasper

This excerpt as always comes from Jasper City, my current work in progress.  Tag line:  An outlaw seeks revenge against a city’s tyrant Mayor, while the man appointed to stop him begins to doubt the merits of his cause.

The character here is Mayor Jasper himself:

“A funeral was in order.  One week ago General A-16 was sent into the Wasteland outside on a job, and he never made it back.  It was time to give the matter some closure.  But it would have to wait.
Mayor Calvin Jasper sighed.  Now he needed to find a new body to serve as General… It was a shame that A-16 had to go to waste.  He had potential, but ultimately couldn’t handle his responsibilities.”

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WWW: Dex

This installment of Weekend Writing Warriors focuses on Dexter, his wife Lilith, and their ill child Lillian.

“It’s simple and fun. Sign the linky, then on Sunday, post 8 sentences from a current writing project, published or unpublished. Visit other participants and offer opinions, critiques, support. Writers hanging out with writers, a good time with a great group of people.”

Because this novel is still in the editing stages, these sentences may be different from the finished product.  This excerpt is part of a newer chapter I’ve written.

“Help me lift her, Dex!” Lilith shouted over Lillian’s screams.
Lillian tried to get out of bed herself, only to have a leg break under her weight.  Her arm and several ribs broke in the fall.  It wasn’t the first time such an accident happened, and it wouldn’t be the last.
“I’ve got her legs,” Dex said, surprisingly calm despite the circumstances. “Grab her shoulders.  Ready?”  One, two, three.”

Dex and Lilith lifted the frail girl with all the gentleness they could manage.  Her screams reduced to whimpers by then.

Happy Birthday!

I haven’t been neglecting the blog, I’ve been taking a break to get some kinks in Jasper City ironed out.  And now that I’ve made some decent progress, I’m back.

This is only partially inspired by the fact that today is my country’s Independence Day.  I’m currently working on a chapter in which one of my characters celebrates her own birthday, but we are unsure of her true age.  In other news, yesterday marked the births of my own niece and an old friend’s baby, so birthdays have been on my mind lately.

When creating a character, dates for birth and death don’t often come to me.  Because I write about post-apocalyptic scenarios or worlds that definitely aren’t Earth, it’s also difficult for me to pick out a calendar date that makes sense in our world and the fictional world.  Not to mention that birthdays aren’t often plot points in my stories, so I rarely worry about them unless they come up.

This recent chapter was one of those times.  I chose the birthdate of July 3rd for my niece, but hopefully these two do not turn out to be to similar.

So let’s give a belated happy 8th birthday to Dot!

Do you have birthdays for your characters?  How about death dates?  Do you have their tombstones written out already?

WWW: Cynthia 2

Cynthia is back for another installment of Weekend Writing Warriors.

“It’s simple and fun. Sign the linky, then on Sunday, post 8 sentences from a current writing project, published or unpublished. Visit other participants and offer opinions, critiques, support. Writers hanging out with writers, a good time with a great group of people.”

Her first thoughts settled on Dex, and the callous way he left her behind in favor of his career. Let him be! He never cared for you anyway. Still, his complete silence toward her since that day left the wound unable to heal.

She next thought of the way the city changed. The citizens took on darker dispositions. Once they felt bound to each other for the simple fact that they survived. Now, with everything crumbling around them, they only thought of their wants and needs. It was one reason why she rarely went outside.