Mylard stared around at the spaceship’s control center. Tomkin found herself floating upward a moment later. The girls made eye contact, nodded and began looking for the box again.

Valrose was narrating as the two searched. “Looks like they’ve discovered that the box transforms their surroundings! I’m excited to see who’s going to win though! What they don’t know is that there’s always something dangerous lurking in each of these worlds! The more times they go through the spaces the more dangerous the threats are! Now, of course, the question is how do these girls get out of this? We’ll have to find out!”

Mylard spotted something that looked like the box for a moment but upon floating closer realized it was a little portable screen. She grabbed it and turned it on. The screen flickered to life showing a security camera of the spaceship. She swiped through the screen seeing herself and Tomkin floating and a large figure in the corner–wait–she looked up just as the figure attacked her.

Mylard found herself thrown against the controls, sparks flying as she hit them. Tomkin startled saw a dark figure she couldn’t quite piece together what it was, but it came at her. She propelled herself away and into a hallway. Her heart hammering as she aimed to get away. Just as she left the room a loud alarm sounded.

WARNING. OXYGEN SYSTEMS HAVE BEEN TURNED OFF. PLEASE TURN ON MANUALLY FROM THE CONTROL CENTER OR THE ENGINE ROOM. THERE IS 98% OXYGEN REMAINING. WARNING… the message repeated.

Tomkin froze as she heard it and found herself floating a little far to the left, she hit the metal of the spaceship hard. She winced and looked up. The figure was still coming at her. It moved fluidly and terrifyingly for her as if about to consume her whole.

Mylard floated aimlessly for a few moments in shock as the stinging burns from hitting the controls pained her. She jolted suddenly as she remembered what was going on. She twisted around reminding herself that she should look for the box.

To be continued…

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Day 14 of 365

Mylard found another dead end. Her frown was starting to droop and she wanted to cry. It’d been nearly half an hour of circles and she felt so confused. She took a deep breath and turned away from the dead end. She tensed hearing a scream which meant that one of her opponents was enduring something horrible. She hoped it wouldn’t be too painful, but was doubtful hearing the screaming. A moment later the intense yelling ended and the maze returned to its silence. Mylard had stopped moving during the yelling.

Taking another deep breath the young woman started again. She was remembering the last thing her sister had said to her. Just do your best Mylard. We know you’ll make everyone proud. She reminded herself of how much an honor this was and how grateful she was to be entered. It didn’t feel great to be in this terrifying maze, but the riches and honor would be worth it. She just wanted to do right by her older sister.

Turning a corner Mylard was surprised to see a clearing an in the center the glowing light of the ring. It was on a blue table and raised up. She froze taking in the sight. The rules were clear. Get the ring and place it on your finger to win. Mylard took a small step towards it, paused and searched. She wondered what would be on her way to get it. In every episode of the game, she had watched there was always something that prevented the last pair girls from getting to the ring.

Seeing nothing obvious she clutched the stun gun closer and inched carefully toward the ring. She felt like she was getting too close as she kept stepping toward it. Just as she reached the first step Tomkin appeared. Her orange hair was tangled and several scratch marks were bleeding down her stomach and arms. She looked around wildly wondering how she’d gotten to the clearing.

Mylard ran up the stairs hoping that it wouldn’t be a mistake. It was. The first step disappeared from her and Mylard found herself falling into someplace dark. She landed hard on a flat surface. Lamps flashed around her in a blinding manner and a high pitched noise filled her ears. But the thing that confused her was the stench. It was horrific and she couldn’t even describe it, but it made her want to vomit.

Valrose delighted that they had reached the clearing announced, “We’re in the final stage Ringers! Shall we see who gets to the ring first? There’s a poll up and running, tap your screen to tell us who you think will win! Mylard a regular girl who just somehow by chance got here, OR Tomkin, the legacy who has to live up to the pressure of two winning women!”

Tomkin froze seeing Mylard suddenly disappear. She had been there one second and then the next she wasn’t. She looked around wondering if the panther would follow her into this clearing. She didn’t want to make the same mistake as Mylard so she skipped the first step. The second one was solid. Breathing a sigh of relief she started toward the third but found her feet glued. Tomkin jerked at them but they were firm. Confused she looked down trying to–suddenly she was falling into the abyss.

Tomkin fell hard on top of Mylard who had barely stood up before being knocked back down. The wind knocked out of both girls and all senses being confused, made everything harder. They groaned and yelled trying to find themselves in the dark.

“OW! GET OFF!” Mylard yelled pushing Tomkin hard. Tomkin found herself suddenly hitting a wall. She yelped as one of her deep scratches got pressed by something.

It became apparent that both girls were in a tiny room of some making. Their senses were meant to be entirely overwhelmed by the experience. Tomkin closed her eyes and pulled her sunglasses down. It helped a little with the light. She turned around trying to understand what was going on.

To be continued…

Day 6 & 7 of 365

Sorry for the wait. Flew back home to NYC yesterday and then was preoccupied with cleaning and organizing.
~Kendall

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part 5


The Sandburg aliens held their tongue after Verona’s lashing out. Despite all their puff, Verona had more leverage than they did. Ellis felt completely in the dark watching this. What on Earth was going on?

“How did you find us?” Mrs. Sandburg asked. She had been quiet for awhile but the question had been stirring in her mind since Verona had walked through the door.

Verona’s eyes darted over to Mrs. Sandburg and then back to Mr. Sandburg. When he spoke he chose his words carefully, “Perhaps your family isn’t as stealthy as you think it is or maybe I’m just that good of a tracker.” He wanted to pull the trigger and hit one of these fools with his laser gun.

“Why haven’t you changed your skin? You’re still wearing the same human,” Fell asked.

Verona glared. He pulled his gun up aiming it at Mrs. Sandburg who was the closest Sandburg to him. “Curious how it goes when you find the right skin.”

“Your exile is up for debate, isn’t it?” Fell hissed. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped a bit. “You’re trying to get yours lifted by turning one of us in!”

Verona nearly pulled the trigger. He bit his lip. “Just let me take one of you to the ship. I just want my freedom. I miss the stars,” he said. “Please.”

“Begging isn’t very appealing,” Marilyn snapped. “How dare you think that bringing one of us would put you in good favor with the government!”

To be continued.

Day 5 of 365

This story is still winding its way through my head. Will wrap this soon with a new story.

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part four

~Kendall


Verona smiled raising the alien gun slightly. Mr. Sandburg tensed.

“Maybe I should just turn you lot in,” Verona said. He looked over the group. “Who’s that?” he asked nodding to Ellis.

“None of your–” Diana started.

Mr. Sandburg shushed her. Verona rocked back on his heels. “I want him. I think he’s good bait. Or maybe I should take one of you. I mean, do you think the Empire is over how you traitors backstabbed them?”

“Like you’re any better,” Marilyn interjected. “If memory serves me, you’re stuck here on this planet in exile just like the rest of us. What was it like getting exiled for falling in love with the prince?”

“That’s a petty insult even for you,” Verona replied. “At least my love was pure intentions. You lot thought it’d be smart to rob from the Empire.”

To Be Continued

 

Day 4 of 365

Made some good plotting points yesterday, threw half of them out the window for random inspiration. Still following this story.

~Kendall

Part One
Part Two
Part Three


There was a large man standing at the back door holding an alien weapon. The Sandburg aliens tensed up and Mr. Sandburg lifted the gun he held. The man had a large scar on his face and several tattoos that were hard to distinguish on his arms.

Marilyn was the first to speak. “Verona. You found us.”

Verona smirked. “Been a long time coming. What do you go by these days? I haven’t seen you lot since you were rats running.”

“These bodies are Sandburgs,” Fell responded. He was leaning forward in his chair watching Verona. The air was full of a nervous energy.

“You gonna kill us?” Diana snapped. Her eyes darted around the room at the gun Mr. Sandburg had pointing at Verona and alien weapon in his hand.

“Depends. Got anything redeemable? I heard a ship is gonna touch down in the next hour or so. Its drop point isn’t far from here. I wanna trade for some freedom,” he said.

Ellis tried to follow the conversation but found himself in silence and in confusion. He wanted to ask so many questions but the hostility made him feel nervous.

“Even if we had something we wouldn’t give it to you,” Mr. Sandburg said. He wanted to kill Verona, but Marilyn kept giving him looks.

To be continued…

Day 3 of 365 Stories

Will try to wrap this story up in the next couple days. I took some time to plot out the story so that it makes sense. I’m excited to keep working on these shorts and hope that you’re still working on your New Year’s Resolutions!

~Kendall

Part One
Part Two


Ellis looked back and forth between the aliens, unsure of how his words would go over. He expected them to reject the premise, but that left them with only the option of killing him. Unless there was another option that came about Ellis expected the Sandburgs to murder him. Although he wasn’t quite sure of the reasons, Ellis knew something was horribly wrong with the family standing around him.

Diana sighed heavily and looked at Mrs. Sandburg who was standing with her arms folded near the kitchen. She was battling the emotions of her recently killed host. The process of assimilating was always interesting. A host had to die to let the alien in, but once in they seem to awaken inside without any control over their body. They experienced everything but someone else was in control. It was a horrifying feeling for their hosts, but the aliens needed to survive.

Mr. Sandburg abruptly left the conversation. Marilyn and Preston started to speak to him as he disappeared. He ignored them as he went to the part of the house his host only knew of. It was a small closet with a hidden shelving unit. Inside Mr. Sandburg removed a shotgun and its bullets. He returned holding it.

Marily and Preston had been heavily discussing ways to deal with Ellis who sat with his eyes rolling. They cut off seeing what their leader held.

“Is that…Where did you get that?” Mrs. Sandburg asked. Her eyes were glazed over and focused on the gun. “Mrs. Sandburg hates having guns in this house! They’re a vile and horrible thing to have around children.”

“We’re all grown up,” Fell snapped. “The youngest is even too old to be here.” Mrs. Sandburg gave him a look and he folded his arms, pouting.

The was a loud crack that made all the aliens and Ellis jump. It sounded like lightning hitting the house. Mr. Sandburg scanned the house trying to figure out was happening. He didn’t need to because the back door slid open. They turned seeing a tall dark figure.

To Be Continued…

Excerpts from Camp Nano

I’ve been writing and now I’m going to go see a movie, hopefully, if not then I’m just going to leave this here as well as a little update to my main website, kendallhotchkiss.co.

This is the very beginning part, also keep in mind I started this early this morning.


 

Emerson Schril woke to pain shooting up through her right wrist. She let out a moan of pain as it shot up her arm again. She was lying face down and twisted on top of it with her right shoulder pushed into red dirt. She rolled gently and slowly on to her side as pain continued to coarse through her body. Glancing out she could see charred wood burning around her. The fire aftermath.

Three hours earlier Matt Schril drove his daughter, Emerson, his brother, Darvil, and the help, Von Frier, out to the dragon’s barn on the far east side of Grapnel’s Cliff. The old car rolled along hills easily as they watched the rising red barn. In in the duel sunlight it reflected bright golden rays. Emerson controlled the car’s music, playing some kind of pop group that was popular in the city. Darvil teased his niece about her terrible taste in music.

“Turn the music down,” Matt hissed as they neared the barn. Emerson rolled her eyes and did as she was told. “What are the rules?” he asked her as they rounded another large tree.

“Don’t go near the dragons unless I have my protective gear on. Always make enough noise that they know where I am. If I have a cut, I am not allowed near the young ones. Under no circumstances can I ride them, yeah yeah, I know the rules dad,” she recited. “This ain’t my first rodeo. You’ve brought me out here every week since I was five. I know. Are you going to let me fly Old Red today?”

“Hatchling, you’re on feeding duty today,” her dad said. Emerson raised her brow in annoyance as she watched her dad in the pilot’s seat. “You give me a pouty look and you take Von’s job of cleaning duty.”

Emerson slouched in her seat as Von gave a chuckle. He grinned at her. Emerson rolled her eyes at him. Von and Emerson had known each other since the second year of school and were neighbors. At the ripe age of 16 the pair had a mischievous side to every outing.

Dragons, Dragons, lots of Dragon plots

Day 6 of 365.

Today’s story concepts are reworks from past ideas for National Novel Writing Month (NaNo WriMo). For long stories I am an excellent world builder, but not so much storyteller. For last November I wrote down several concepts for a specific world I’ve created. This world is similar to ours, but a more futuristic SciFi, and most importantly contains dragons. I want to bring some parts of these concepts I’ve created in this world to life, possibly in one or more of the shorts I plan to animate this year. In all the concepts below I have one singular main character, Emerson, but different possible arcs for her background and story. Keep in mind that the original ideas for these stories is a novel length plot, or a series. If I animate a concept it’ll be in the same world, but with plot on a much simpler scale.

Some notes that will help understanding wise. These concepts are fluid in my world building, depending on how I structure my plots. Typically Auvusson is a country or capital and Vermatt is a major city or state within it. Also, about 90 percent of my plots do not have magic. The dragons are similar to the way we treat horses in our world. I do like the idea of having magic in the world, but in combination with science and technology. I just would need to way to fit it into a plot if I do. Until I have a plot or world rules decided on, the rules are very fluid.

  • Emerson is growing up on a dragon farm. One day a wild dragon lays an egg nearby and then abandons it due to an illegal dragon hunt. Emerson’s family takes the egg in as one of their domestic dragons. After the dragon comes to the age of flight and selling there is controversy because of its genes and wild line. People try to destroy the farm and attempt to kill the dragon. Emerson’s father is killed in the process, leaving the family on their own. Grown up Emerson must take charge of the family farm, deciding on how to deal with the wild dragon. To release to the wild? Sell to a bidder? Euthanize it? All of this and deal with her father’s death.
  • Emerson grew up around dragons on the family dragon farm. When the World Dragon Flight (or Fight) Competition comes to a nearby city she decides to enter the competition despite her family’s wishes to not. The competition, however, requires a small team. Emerson works to assemble a team in hopes of winning. When she finally gets them all together she’s confronted with being the underdog in a world she doesn’t quite understand. Her team, of only a couple months, must work against school and professional competitors.
  • The most elite Dragon Academy has offered Emerson a spot for training. Emerson wants more than anything to be on the school’s Flight (or Fight) Dragon team, but can she even make it to practices with her work and school schedule? Emerson finds that through her own talents that the coaches might be willing to give her chance, but some of her teammates aren’t nearly as welcoming.
  • Emerson is cocky after joining the Dragon’s Flight team. She’s a major winner, but now she’s beginning to act out. So much that she might cost her the team. When she discovers a cheater during an unauthorized dragon flight she has to choose between her own punishment and theirs, or attempt to beat them herself.
  • When the annual Dragon Races open up Emerson’s team enters, excitedly. The race is dangerous but their team perseveres. At the end of the race a bomb suddenly explodes in the stadium, injuring and leaving mass panic. Before passing out Emerson sees her dragon and others stolen. The nightmare is far from over when Emerson is considered to be a suspect. After a year of finger pointing she makes friends/falls in love with a rebel in disguise. The rebel turns out to be the mastermind behind the attacks. Questioning only leads to more questions, and now Emerson must decide on a side. Especially when she learns her dragon is still alive and the reasons behind the attacks.
  • When a rare dragon egg is laid and found by Emerson’s family, they find themselves in the middle of a media frenzy. There are attacks to steal the dragon egg from several different groups of people. One night Emerson finds her own Uncle trying to steal the egg. Her father is killed attempting to convince him to give the egg back. Her Uncle smuggles the egg away on a train, and, unknown to him, Emerson too. When discovered by her Uncle, he finds himself conflicted between saving his niece and being paid. Her uncle tries to go for both, but is stabbed in the back, literally, by the company. He dies just as the dragon hatches and forms it’s first human bond, with Emerson. The company tries to kidnap and kill her, but the baby dragon defends her. Emerson and the dragon try to escape. Before she does she realizes that the company is owned by her mother. Now what?
  • One person is nominated from every town in Auvusson to be an ultimate dragon rider. The riders patrol the towns and become types of leaders, but still answer to the president. When Emerson finds herself as the Vermatt Dragon Rider she also finds that she must answer to Auvusson’s most vile and corrupt leader. He sends her to destroy towns instead of save and protect them. So, naturally, she rebels. The result is her own witch hunt. Now she must flee and find a way to save her own town of Vermatt.

There’s a few more ideas I had, but they’re quite honestly sh!t. These concepts still need a lot of work before I even begin to use them as full stories. I plan to develop a set of rules magic and science wise in the future, which should help in how I set up plots. Or vice versus, find a plot that defines the rules I set up. As far as taking these into an animation short I intend to use the world and rules I have. Reminder, these concepts are structured for a novel, another goal for 2016.

Till tomorrow friends,
~Kendall