Inspiration #1

The following is a collection of story ideas that I don’t have time to do or have lost interest in. Feel free to use them for your stories, but please mention something akin to “based on an idea by Joe Rover, joerover.com.” Feel free to mix and modify the ideas.

A pair of teenage sleuths get in over their heads as they discover members of their local police force are corrupt. The rouge officers have their hands in many illegal activities within the town–everything from drugs to rape to murder.

An animal activist and an intelligent talking animal must team up to save a community of intelligent animals from poachers. The activist at first things being around talking, thinking animals is great but the idea of being around animals that never stop talking wears thin over time. Also, the animals appear to have lost their innocence and are acting more like humans. Will the activist still support the animals or will they start to see the animals as having the same flaws as mankind?

What started as a friendly hot air balloon race turns nasty as the prize money and fame increase. Friends turn on friends and rivals get rougher as storms, malfunctions, and other contestants try to put a stop to the race. The teams will stop at nothing to win, even creating the weirdest and silliest offense and defense gadgets/weapons ever thought of for hot air balloons. Everything from giant needles to catapults that launch cats–nothing is left unused, even the kitchen sink.

Bobby, a young intern for the big city newspaper, is hungry for the story that’ll finally show everyone his worth. Instead he is trapped covering the obituaries. It’s a thankless job filled with upset (and sometimes outright furious) family members and a tedious, repetitive form he must follow. But while on the surface they seem unrelated, Bobby soon sees something amiss. As he begins to investigate, he uncovers a conspiracy that could get him the recognition he wants–if he lives. Is it a government experiment? Ancient plots? Mad scientists? Maybe all of the above.

After the death of a loved one in a car crash, a physicist creates a time machine. They succeed in stopping the crash only to have their loved one killed in a case of road rage. Another attempt stops the road rage, but their loved one dies in a hit and run. However, this time the physicist recognizes the driver–it is the same from the crash and the road rage. Slowly, the physicist discovers the accident was no accident but murder. Why is someone after their loved one?

Aliens have had it with human hate crimes. They’ve chosen four people (you select the combination of race, gender, disability, etc) to prove humanity can change by having them work together to stop a series of hate crimes. If the four are unable to stop the crimes, the aliens will “eliminate the problem” themselves. Can the four work together or is the human race doomed?

Until the next wormhole…thanks for reading!


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Recommended #27

The following are my opinion and do not reflect the opinion of any organization or person.

Movies/Film

Escape Room

“Game Start” from My Hero Academia (Hulu)

Happy Deathday 2 U

Blog Posts

Constraints in Creative Writing: How Tying Yourself Down Can Lead to Setting Yourself Free by Peregrin Sanchez (Earnest Writes)

Interview With Alexandria Quinn – Author of Behind Closed Curtains by Boakye D Alpha (Earnest Writes)

Weekly #Haiku #writingprompt 5/13 ‘GRATEFUL MOM’ by Jann Doe (I Am Jann Doe)

Books/Stories

“As One” from Dwellers by sacredlilac

The House Next Door by James Patterson

Wonder Woman: Warbringer by Leigh Bardugo

Podcasts/News

BPFS008: The Draxler Program, The Abomination of Yaultan by The Best Page Forward Show

GTeaLive: Is James Charles Cancelled? by GTLive

Scott Koblish on The Many Deaths of Scott Koblish – Dreamer Comics Podcast by Dreamer comics Highlights

Comics

Fractured Trust | Supergirl #30 Review by Fortress of Solitude

Lesser Gods | Batman & The Outsiders #1 Review by Fortress of Solitude

Namor’s Last Stand | Invaders #5 by Caped-Joel

Everything Else

What If the Nuclear Bomb Never Existed? by AlternateHistoryHub

ARTIST Vs. AI – Is The Art Algorithm Getting SMARTER?? by Draw With Jazza

Multi-Story CRAWLING PISTON HOUSE: Minecraft 1.14! by Mumbo Jumbo


Do you have any recommendations for movies, blogs, books, podcasts, comics, or randomness? Tell me in the comments.

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Writing Prompt: Post 1

Your boss, the chief of police, has just assigned you to a high profile case. It involves a thief on a crime spree. The crimes have made the news and if you pull it off you’ll get that big promotion. After spending hours tracking down the thief, you corner them. They slowly turn to you and it’s a loved one of yours. Who is it? Wife/husband? Child? Sibling? Friend? Do you turn them in?

If you want you can send your creation to “The Infinitus” magazine here.

Ghoulish Treats

Looking for something ghoulish for Halloween? Here are some treats…and some tricks.

Stampy’s Lovely World: Halloween Special

Place Race Season 3 Playlist: All Hallow’s Season

Joseph Gordon-Levitt and HitRecord have some spooky Twitter pics

Google has a sweet treat of a Google Doodle

Some video games, like Marvel Heroes Omega have Halloween tricks: new skins, decorations added to Avengers Tower, and buff potions

Console versions of Minecraft “Mini-Games” (Tumble for instance) has a Halloween map and new levitation potions.

A Jack The Ripper anthology on Wattpad

31 Days of Fright–A Halloween Anthology on Wattpad

Flashes in the Dark by JEHallows on Wattpad

And, of course, my own Halloween Special 8 Bit Terror

Thanks goes out to The Daily Post for the writing prompt. They’ve been a lot of help with coming up with ideas for blog posts. Keep up the good work.

PS: Everyone have a safe and Happy Halloween

Boo 👻

Homecooked Fluff

Though not completely inspired by the writing prompt “Fluff” from The Daily Post, it did help to “make better” the beginnings of my new work on Wattpad titled “Homecooked.” I’d planned on starting the story on November 1 but couldn’t resist the word “fluff.”

Ace has seen many strange things in his time as a hero but this morning’s was the strangest. He woke up back home. He’s supposed to be at his cabin near Neo-Geo Mountain. But it just gets stranger as he is greeted by his father; the same one that disappeared years before. How’d he get back home? Why is his father back? You’ll just have to read the ongoing Thanksgiving special.

I’m hoping that the story will be complete before the end of November, hopefully in time for Thanksgiving, but the holidays being what they are…

So here’s a preview of “Homecooked.” And be sure to thank your local fluff provider (like clouds or kittens) for this sneak peek.


“Ace,” said a distant voice. “Ace.”

My head was full of fluff and cotton. I felt drugged and dragged.

“Ace,” the voice repeated.

“Leave me alone, John.” I slapped at the voice like I was trying to turn off an alarm clock.

“Who’s John?”

Sighing with surrender, I forced open my eyes. “You…are not him.”

The man before me looked like a slightly older version of me. He had the same black hair as me, but some gray around the temples. His face sported a couple scars but the medium length beard covered most of that up. His smile seemed to light up the room. “That seems obvious, Son.”

“Son?” I said in a daze. “Dad?”

“That’s my name.” He put a hand on his hip and used his other to stroke his beard. “Technically it’s Samuel, but let’s not get hooked up on technicalities.”

“Dad!” I sat up faster than a bolt of lightning and embraced him a great, big hug. All my fears and worries melted away in that hug. I felt like a little kid again.

He laughed, a jolly almost Santa Claus-like, laugh. “Nice to see you too.” I hugged him tighter. “Teenagers are so weird,” he groaned in response to the “death-hug.” After a couple more seconds, he said, “I’m running out of air.”

I finally let go, but it wasn’t easy. I feared that he would vanish like a dream if I let go. “But-but what are you doig here?” A quick glance around the room told me I was no longer in the cabin Glen and I shared. I was in my room. I was home.

Could Watermark have finally kept his word and found my father?

“You overslept and today is an important day.” He stood taller and his eyes shined with pride. “Today’s the day you and the other heroes of tomorrow graduate from Trans-High and join the International League of Super-Transbeings.” His smile got bigger. “I’m so glad you decided to follow in my footsteps and use your powers to protect the innocent.”

“What about E Ops?”

His face bunched up in confusion. “That old agency?” His expression, for a moment, changed to concern. “How’d you find out about them?” He then shifted back to his jolly self. “Thanks to the work Emil and I did, E Ops was repurposed as PAWS. A lot of house cleaning was done back in those days.” He sighed for a moment. “Some of the agents were corrupt. They tortured or imprisoned transbeings. The worst was John Watermark.”

Dad’s head shook slowly. (Kind of odd that he didn’t connect me calling him “John” and then him talking about John Watermark.) Dad seemed frozen for a moment like he was searching through files of acceptable responses. He then became excited again. “In the 18 years since Emil and I uncovered the mystery of Neo-Geo, humanity has changed greatly. Now we don’t have to fear the Prophecy of 2012. Or even the Xacians.”

“The Prophecy? The Xacians?” Those aliens responsible for creating the transbeing race?

“We destroyed their empire. Dingo and his followers have been vanquished.” I half expected trumpets to play as Dad put his hands on his hips and striked a pose. After another awkward pause, he placed his hand on my face. “All you need to worry about is becoming the best hero you can.” He raised a fist into the air. Now I was sure I heard some kind of cheesy, heroic music playing. “One day, you will join me. And together we will protect the galaxy as father and son.” He turned back to me. “But first, you better get downstairs for breakfast.” Dad then dashed out of the room with a “love ya, son.”

Aside from the creepy Star Wars reference, things seemed pretty great. I went to the window and swooshed open the curtains. A bright and sunny day beamed into my room. My clothes were clean and wrinkle free, unlike the normal dirt-caked clothes from Neo-Geo. And even though the day was sunny, it didn’t have the oppressive heat that Neo-Geo provides.

Our street was busy with the movings and socializing of the neighborhood. People waved, cars passed, kids headed for the bus and tried to exchanged carrots or candy, and Mr. Watson mowed his lawn. I opened the window and let the sounds of birds drift in. I took a deep breath and exhaled sweet bliss. It seemed like ages since I’d last listened to the birds or watched the lazy, puffy clouds drift by.

“Ace,” came the soft voice of my mother. “Your eggs are getting cold.”

I could almost taste her fluffy scrambled eggs as I practically hopped down the stairs.


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