Influence: “So Dope” Tech N9ne feat. Wrekonize, Twisted Insane & Snow Tha Product (Something Else, 2013)

Let’s play a game today.

Sometimes I get bored being told by my characters about themselves. I like discovery and when I stuck in the rut of the confines of my character perimeters I stray away. I play with generators on the internet that give me names and personality traits and I use these as a opportunity to rein in my writer’s onset of ADHD.

So it’s a simple game. Take the first generator- The NAME generator and get you a character to work with. Or five. Or ten. Or even twenty.

Meet Lela Maynard.

Lela needs a Personality. So I pull up this generator and find one.

I’m giving her super powers because that’s the mode of writing I’m in right now. Use the Power generator: Fire Breath.

And finally, we need a Title for this nonsense: The Hot Spark.

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Fire licked around my feet, teased my hair. It heated my blood, flowed through like lava in my veins. The feeling pushed me harder, faster. This power over me was seductive. And if he could twist the knife deep in my back, I’d destroy everything we touched.

Just like he did when he walked away.

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Not again. 

The sound of chaos rained down as flying cinder blocks shot through the air. Metal twisted and groaned as it gave way under the intense pressure of broken down concrete. Pieces of paper and plastic curled on edge and floated almost in slow motion, falling and incinerating anything the ash snow touched.

Kids stumbled as they ran like cockroaches touched by light. The little ones were crying and screaming, the elder dazed and confused, blood trickling from head wounds and limbs hanging at odd angles and dragging behind the fast retreating rest of them.

I scanned the area and prayed to the heavens, to the Gods, to anyone listening. The edges of my gaze hazy, and wetness dampened my cheeks. I swiped it away as I stepped gingerly onto a large concrete barrier fallen in the wreckage.

“Maya?” My voice cracked. Pain shot down my throat and intensified in my ears. The taste of blood filled me and I swallowed convulsively to be rid of it. “Maya?”

My lungs heaved with the effort to breath. I toed rubble. Used my fingers until the pads were raw and torn to the muscle. I repeated her name as if it were a prayer, a mantra. She was here. Somewhere. For miles my gaze was filled with billowing smoke and ash and rubble. My ears consumed by the wails and cries of the innocent running away. The pit of my stomach rolled with taste of blood.

He’s gone.

And she was missing. Gone.

“Maya?” Please help me. Please guide me. Please give me something. “Help me, Maya.”

Tendrils brushed along my conscious, urgent, seeking and the rush threw me off balance. I stumbled to my knees and cupped my hands over my ears.

Here! I’m right here. 

As if someone grabbed my wrist, I stumbled upright and tripped over fallen blocks and kicked through fire. Her soft voice beckoned from under several walls of concrete. I fell forward, shoving at concrete and gasping for air and screaming.

Bones so fragile they cracked and splintered and would never be whole again. Blond curls soiled with ash and blood lay haloed. Cherub face serene, eyes closed, lips parted as if she were sleeping.

She was gone.

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Come up with something for fun? And even if you don’t come up with a paragraph just share what the generator came up with for you.