I’m Getting Ready For NaNoWriMo

NaNoWriMo is basically this writing event that takes place in November. I have to write a novel from scratch within thirty days. Simple as that.

I’m getting ready for it since this is my first time joining NaNoWriMo. It’s also an opportunity for me to try to finish a novel for the first time. It may be difficult, but at least I’ll give it my best shot. The sad thing about this is that I’ll have to quit marching band in order to ready myself. The other thing is that I’ll be glad to quit band camp. I’m not much of a fast learner. They’re pressuring me to learn songs that’ll take me a slow time, especially with an instrument that I’m barely getting used to. It’s not a good thing for me. Then there’s the whole marching thing.

I can barely play a note while walking and they expect me to remember two full length songs by Thursday. I don’t think I can do that. I’m not Asian enough, sorry.


The Most Hated Criticism

So I do critiques and in return people do the same for me. One of the thing I really hate the most the when people tell me that my character needs a bit more backstory and details… when they’ve only read three pages of it ._.

Unless you got my brain and understand everything about them, how can you just go ahead and tell me that my character needs work? I’m the type of person who adds in backstory here and there all around the story, I’m not going to shove it all to you in those three pages. Unless you’re a whore for backstories. If you are, go read fantasy stories.


The other thing that I hate is when people go ahead and say, “You need to work on your grammar.” Okay? Can you at least tell me what? No? You’re not going to say? THEN DON’T FUCKING TALK TO ME ABOUT MY GRAMMAR! It’s hard enough that I have to go and reread through the entire thing, at least help me out with it rather than saying, “You have this small little grammar problem. Just a tiny bit.” Ugh!

Rumble Fighters – Prologue


Would you prefer to be alive or dead? It was a stupid question, but I answered it with my honest thoughts: “I prefer to be dead. The world is filled with nothing but conspirator and mindless idiots. How could I continue living as a black sheep? I would powder myself white, but other sheeps will tattle-tell like little kids. They are nothing but traitors. They’d make friends with you and then plunge a dagger right at your spine at your weakest moment. So, like I said, I’d prefer to be dead. Does that answer your question?”

Speechless, the fortune teller flipped the next tarot card. I sighed, a bit happy by the fact that I was able to blow off some steam. However, it was still infuriating the fact that I was forced here. Was the place so bad at business that they had to push an innocent passerby into their store? I supposed so. She was pretty bad at predicting people’s reaction. Even asking such a stupid question at that.

“It seems that your bleak future is heading for the worse…”

No shit, lady. Do you have any other bullshit to say? Jeez. How the hell do girls believe in this stuff? They say the most obvious things.

“This event will set off an inescapable destiny.”

Sweat slid down from my forehead and dripped from my chin. I blew out a quiet, slow breath just in case I ended up breathing onto her face. They could at least afford an air conditioner in this tiny room. Seriously, it had enough space for a mini table and two chairs. I felt so cramped up in here. I would be freaking out at this point if I had claustrophobia. Luckily, I didn’t. The room was covered with dingy window shades and it made this place extremely dark. There was a red table cover on the… obviously the table. Sitting on top was a crystal ball that was the only thing illuminating some kind of light. It was fascinating and hypnotizing to stare into the crystal ball.

The lady was wearing a violaceous robe that covered her from head to toe. She was always gazing at the cards, I guessed it was another way to avoid me seeing her face.

“Oh, really? Do you know when?” I asked sarcastically.

“Within six weeks, five days, seventeen hours, eleven—”

“That’s way too specific!” I shouted. “Ahem… sorry.”

Even if I didn’t believe in the art of scamming, I got to have manner. It would be rude to speak my mind freely. After all, humans were fragile creatures. Anyway, I sped up the process, not wanting to spend five hours in that place. Heh, you know how the lady says within six weeks? Well, it’s been six months and nothing’s changed. How inconvenient. I thought I at least would’ve had a good story to tell.

Valma – [1]

Standing on the debris of what was used to be the Tereme building, Eras stared at her clipboard as it popped up lists of the items that needed to be collected. She scoffed at the list. The owner left his company tower to fall and just about half of his workers dead, now he wanted the Retrievers to return his important data. If he wanted to save these so much, the man could’ve just taken them before he fled.

Eras kicked off some of the rocks and found a burnt body underneath. She cringed, but ordered her crew to dig up the place.

“It seems that the Valmas are gone. We don’t need to worry about anything.”

As they continued rummaging through the rubble, without the help of Eras since she was only acting as a search dog, they discovered half of the items on the list. Some of these Eras would keep in order to sell later. She wasn’t the cleanest person around here. She would be amazed at somebody working as a Retriever that had a clean record.

“Damn, they’ve really done damage in this city,” said Odin. “The VA usually keeps them at bay, but for the Valma to destroy half of the city. This is just crazy.”

“Yeah, and now people are getting mad and wondering ‘why aren’t the VAs protecting us’ and how ‘it is a waste of tax money on these people.’ Obviously, they don’t want the help, so why bother?”

He chuckled. “If our government had your mind set, I don’t know how we would survive.” Eras jabbed him in his side. “Ow! I’m just kidding!”

Odin was one of the new recruits. He was young and fresh out of college. It surprised Eras on why he joined to be a Retriever rather than becoming part of the Valma Annihilation team. If she could remember, it was a boy’s dream to join that or the military. It didn’t matter anyway, the pay for both jobs were somewhat equal.

He was around twenty-one years ago. He had unkempt crow-like hair that made Eras cringed every time she saw him. If only she had a hairbrush. Odin kept in touch with the latest technology and enjoyed spending his money on them. The new recruit was eccentric in his own little ways. He built a miniature robot from scraps left behind that followed him around. It didn’t do anything, but Odin enjoyed its presence. People often mistaken him as weak due to his soft nature and his malleable amber eyes. Though he had a wiry figure, he was the man who was put to work the most by Eras. Because of that, he wasn’t somebody to be underestimated when it came to sheer strength.

“Are you guys finished with the Tereme building?”

“We’re done ages ago.”

“Good, because that’s the last one for today.” She sighed. “This took longer than I expected. I wanted to go home before the sun sets.”

“The sun’s currently setting, if you hurry, you can go back before the moon reaches the sky.” He smiled.

“Right, my house is three hours away from this city.”

She finished off the list and handed it to Odin. He whined about always having to bring the work in, though he accepted it anyway. Eras walked out of the red zone, wired by yellow tapes that said, “Keep out.”

The tape was a bit old fashion, but the lasers weren’t going to be there any time soon. Plus, there was a school near the mess and the governor here had the balls to continue school days. Eras couldn’t  afford to have kids messing around her workplace. She ambled to her car, clicking her smart key to open the door. It was a black Yeol model car. It wasn’t a sports car and that currently made Eras sad. She needed a fast car to get home right about now. Her car was a hybrid and the security was good enough to not get it stolen, so it was okay for Eras.

Entering her car, her phone ticked on and blared a familiar ringtone. It was Bandaar who was calling her. She sighed, switching the call onto the speakers of her car. “What do you want, Bandaar?”

“Hey, Eras, just calling in. Where are you right now?”

“Revo.” She set to an automatic drive, setting the destination to her home.

“Ah, that’s the last attack of the Valmas…”

“So, tell me, what the hell has the VAs been doing? This is the first time half of a city has been obliterated. I thought you guys were supposed to be doing the annihilation, not them.”

“Well, that’s one reason why I called you. It seems that the Valma have finally deployed another their elite soldier. It hurts me to tell you this, but we did not kill the Valma.”


“I’m sending you the pictures.”

“Wait a minute. Did I hear you correctly? The Valma is still alive and out on Earth? And there was only one of them that caused this chaos?”

“That’s what I said.”

The uploads completed and the pictures popped up onto her screen. She examined it, scoffing. “I supposed even human technology can’t stop a rampaging mecha.”

The Valma had been playing with the humans for quite a long time. This was the first time they had ever gotten serious. Or at least that was Eras’ theory. She zoomed in on the picture, checking out all the weapons and mechanics it had. It was about seven feet tall and had a melancholy blue painted on. Bandaar sent her a footage of the mecha’s capacity. The machine was equipped with laser guided rockets, a material beam that required a lengthy charge up but it was probably the reason for most the damage, and a few automatic guns to eliminate the small fries. This wasn’t like the other mecha that she fought.

“I’m amazed that something this big hasn’t been discovered yet.”

“So do I. It escaped after it released this fog. I don’t know how it left within the small zone of the fog, but I believed that it went underground. Although we’ve checked every tunnel underneath Revo and yet still no sign of it.”

“You’d think the Valma got teleported back to their ship.”

“That’s my next guess.”

“Well, in any case, this ain’t my problem. I was only there to pick up the scraps.”

Bandaar frowned, oblivious to Eras, replying, “Our research about the Valmas has significantly decelerated ever since you left, Eras. You were the first person who captured one of these aliens alive.”

“Oh, thanks for reminding me. How is Geo? Is he dead yet?”

“No, he is not. We’re not that careless. Although he hasn’t answered any of our questions.”

“I’d expected the Valma Researching team to crack open his skull and find nothing useful with his brain.”

“You were the only person he’d talk to. If you hadn’t left, maybe we could’ve found out about who the Valmas are and maybe even their culture.”

“Yeah, waste my time doing that just so the VA can go and wipe them out.” Eras closed out the photos and footages, she was tired of them. “If you don’t have anything else to say to me, then I think we’re done here. I need a nap.”

“Well, there is another thing. My son’s seventeenth birthday is coming up.”

“And you want me to be there?”

“Roland respects you, and I also think he just wants to listen to more of your stories.”

“I’ll go if I have the time.”

“Thanks, Eras.”

“You got nothing else?”


“Then I’ll talk to you later.”

She ended the call, pushed down her seat, and slept through the three hour ride.

The car stopped abruptly, shaking Eras back to reality. She groaned, feeling a slight headache. She was home. The garage door was closing. The light turned on as she exited the car. Treading out of the garage and into her living room. She laid down on the couch. The woman was far too sleepy to squander her remaining energy. It was nighttime, she needed to go to sleep.

Valma [Working Title] – Prologue

Beautiful, undeniably blue hair rolled down her shoulder as she removed her mask. Eras exhaled out of surprise. She was not a Valma. However, the evidence was clearly in her hand. She held a Talon, it was what the VA named. It was in shape of a black jagged dagger. The material was out of this world, literally. Though it was a short distance weapon, the Valma could create shockwaves out of that dagger.

Even if this was the second time she saw a Valma without their helmet on, it was still surprising to her. She looked just like a human. It scared Eras. What if there were more of these Valmas already infiltrated into Earth? The sea colored hair was a bit off, but anybody could excuse that by saying they’d dyed it. Unnatural hair color wasn’t a new thing.

Her teal eyes shimmered in the moonlight, showing a sign of fear, but at the same time, awe. This was her first time seeing Earth without the filter of her helmet. Eras gulped, pulling herself together and out of the rubble the Valma caused. Her hands tightened around her gun, although there was no gun in her hand. It was knocked out by the blast. Eras sighed, gazing at the Valma, who was carefully watching. The gun was out of her reach, though it didn’t matter anyway. With no other option, Eras said, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Oh, the irony in that phrase.

This is quite the short prologue :L

The first chapter will be longer, I promise.

In Peril 1-2

“Edward, come in, this is Jody.”

No response.

The road to Arawak Base was a dangerous one, however, he had to rescue Edward. He was already out of the city and was in the agricultural part of Visalia. He traveled by the crops, wary of any oncoming hostile Indians or Temria. The terrible smell of cows snuck into his nose. He cringed, coughing, not used to the stench. He looked to his left, seeing the animal stuck in its cage. Some of them were dead. He was amazed they were able to survive this long without any caretaker. He felt kind of bad, thinking about letting them free after. The crops were good from the decent amount of rain, maybe the cows could be able to feed off of that rather than dirt.

Shaking his head, he carried on. Another five minutes or so passed with his travels. His mind was clogged with both saving Edward and Amelia. She hadn’t brought her communicator with her, and that was a problem. Towards the end of Ivanhoe Dr. was Cutler Park. The battleground was here, but deep inside the forest. He saw a few bullet holes in the trees, pulling out his gun and readying himself.

Once more, he took out his communicator and said, “Edward, come in. Can you hear me?”

Again, no response.

Traveling into Cutler Park, Jody hid behind trees, peeking out when necessary. The bodies were starting to appear, most of them from the Temria. This had to be a well planned out ambush for it to have this many casualties. There was a body near him, holding a different pistol than his. He slipped his gun back into his holster, and grabbed the dead man’s gun. A few clips were obtained from the man. Jody appreciated the ammunitions.

At the end of the forest toward the north was a building. It was decorated with blood splatter and bits of flesh, but nobody was alive. The gunfire was on the other side, east. The invasion at this spot was done. Though he checked for Edward inside the building. He found more corpses, in a total of eight around the building. If he added in the trails of bodies that led him here, it would come up to twelve. All of these bodies were from the Temria, not a single Indian killed. Jody was shocked at the results.

Exiting, he inspected the back, and nothing. Despite knowing of the outcome, he said through the walkie-talkie, “Edward, come in, do you hear me?”

“Jody?” said Edward, but it wasn’t through the communicator.

“Edward?” he called out.

Out of all the places he didn’t check was the bottom. It was slightly risen and big enough for Edward to hide. The front of the building was covered with planks, but the back had been broken. Inside was too dark for the human eye to see anything. Edward rolled out from under the building, covered in grime and mud. He sighed, and spoke, “It’s nice to see you, Jody.”

“Why did you come here?”

“It’s a newly established base. I thought I could sneak in and get some supplies.”

Jody sighed. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Wait, we need to get the supplies.”

“I checked, there isn’t anything inside.”

“Says you.”

He rushed inside the building, coming out with a backpack that Jody didn’t see before. “I got some before they attacked, it’s a good thing they didn’t find it.”

“Let’s go.”

They started running out of the park, still in hiding in case somebody saw them. Edward questioned, “Why are we rushing?”

“We gotta get out of here.” He pointed out the obvious first, and then added, “Amelia’s in trouble.”

He explained the situation as much as he could without running out of breath. They were running after all.

“And you left her?”

“She told me to get you first.”

They were out of Cutler Park in about a minute, and now they were back on the road. Sticking to the crops, Jody told his friend that he didn’t exactly know where Amelia might be. She had forgotten her communicator. After hearing the story, however, Edward reassured him that Amelia would be fine. “They’re just a bunch of high school kids, right? What are they going to do to her?”

“You don’t know what kids are capable of.”

“Eh. She’s been in situations worse than this.”

“I know that, but it’s hard knowing that I can’t help her.”

Their paces had slowed to a saunter when they were out of sight of Cutler Park. Jody saw the farms again, realizing his promised action. He told Edward to come, and walked to the fences. Edward wondered what he was doing, but shrugged, and followed. “Help me take down these fences,” Jody said.

He nodded, grabbing the other side of the wood, and pulled on Jody’s command. The fence was old and couldn’t handle much more resistant, so it broke easily. They did it for about three more. Jody sighed, entering the premise, and leading the cows outside to the crops.

“Phew,” he muttered.

Edward smiled. “You always gotta do a good deed every day, don’t you?”

“It keeps me focused.”

With that over, they continued on. Though there was a figure in their way. It was a girl, walking toward them, just right out of the city. She saw them, and waved. Edward grinned, pointing and nudging his friend. “I told you.”

She stopped in her tracks, and waited for the boys to come to her position. When they did, Jody had to ask, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” She shrugged it off.

He frowned at her words, noticing the bloodstain on the edge of her skirt. She stared at him, repeating, “I’m fine, Jody.”

He gave up for the moment, just wanting to get back home and discuss on what happened. He also wanted to see what was in Edward’s bag. Today was life threatening, but he was glad that it didn’t go beyond that.

In the city, the raiders were finished. People in hiding were revealing themselves, trying to pick up the pieces of shards and trash that was made. They watched the civilians returning to their normal life. They were doing the same thing too. Keeping out of the people’s way, they ambled back to their hideout. Jody watched them, feeling sympathetic. He wanted to help them out, though they rathered be independent.

The children still had the spirit, playing with whatever they could find. Jody remembered the days after March 31st, there were cries that wouldn’t stop. Most of them were from children who had lost their parents. They either roamed around town attempting to find their parents or stayed in their house and waited. Many tears were shed, but as time moved on, so did they. Adults and teenagers who remained after the incident took the children in. Thinking about it, Jody realized that most of the people who had disappeared were over the age of fifty. This boggled him on why it targeted the elderly.

There were no televisions in the new world, though the radio worked. The city would often be flooded by the music from the radios. Jody and his friends had been here for months, and yet they hadn’t met with the locals here. They didn’t have much time to greet them due to the occurring raids. It had ended for today. Some of the shops were up, heavily guarded, selling food and other items for survival.

When they got out of the core of the city, they neared a market. Amelia looked at it, and said, “Jody, do you think we’ll be needing more food?”

“Not at the moment, I think we have enough.”

Even with the attacks from the Temria, Amelia had most likely pillaged this city of food. They were currently overloaded with food, and Jody felt bad about it. However, they would need it for their next move. It wasn’t a good idea to stay here anymore. He was thinking about going east, perhaps getting out of California and into Nevada.


So I went back on Wattpad, and guess what I see? People making topics to critique other people’s story saying that they’re “brutally honest” or “harsh.” I see that, and I wasn’t convinced. I went to their page and check their comments. What do I see? Them saying such things as, “This is a very nice story… blah blah blah” and they’re not even a paragraph! Hell, no. I’m going to send them links to my 5 tips and tell them to LEARN!

Yeah, harsh my foot. You don’t know what harsh is until your comments get deleted because the author is butthurt xD