I’ve never been very good at plotting. I mean, I just come up with an idea, and run with it. Everything sort of flows. Or it doesn’t. But I can’t sit down and think: “This is what will happen in this chapter, and it will lead into this in two chapters.” Is that really weird? I think it might be. Can I just wing an entire novel?
This is my first blog post in my re-designed blog. I’m a writer. I write. Below is an excerpt from my story entitled, “First: Do No Harm.” It follows the lives and adventures of the Jackson family, in the 22nd century. It’s a mixture of fantasy (heavy on the fantasy in the first story), science-fiction, comedy, and drama. The full story can be found on Fictionpress, and my pen name on that site is Justin J. Enjoy the excerpt:
First: Do No Harm
By Justin J.
“I swear by Apollo, the healer, Asclepius, Hygieia, and Panacea, and I take to witness all the gods, all the goddesses, to keep according to my ability and my judgement, the following Oath and Agreement.”
Hippocratic Oath, Original Greek, First Part.
Chapter 1 – Don’t mess with the kids
It was, the man reflected, perhaps a bad idea to kidnap the kids from the hospital in an attempt to use them for his experiments. His first hint that eventually lead to this conclusion was when the innocent and very sweet young doctor he had tricked into letting him see the children in the first place stormed his supposedly-hidden base of operations and calmly took apart the robotic guards he kept (humans annoyed him, robotic guards were so much better, and more durable. Plus they didn’t need food, sleep, or pay!) stationed around the base.
And then she had found him. At first, he had tried holding one of the children hostage. At gun point. This proved to be a very, very bad idea.
“You want to put the gun away,” she had said calmly. “You want to surrender. I took an oath not to cause harm, and I mean to keep to it. I have ways of subduing you without causing you harm. I am perfectly willing to look the other way as you surrender yourself to the police as long as you release the younglings.”
He had laughed and pointed the gun at her, pulling the trigger. The explosion of gas and sparks caused by the bullet exiting the chamber filled the room…
But the woman wasn’t hit. She wasn’t even in the same spot. In the time it took for him to pull the trigger, she had moved. Now she stood in front of him, hand flashing out and knocking the gun from his hand. “I hate guns,” she said flatly. “They cause nothing but harm. Good night.” And then she stabbed his arm with a needle, injecting him with something that made him drowsy. The woman took the girl from him as he fell backwards, unconscious but otherwise unhurt.
He would wake up hanging upside down in the middle of the room, completely tied up. A message was written on the wall in front of him (somehow upside down), from the woman.
The police are on their way. Be a good boy and wait for them. And NEVER come near my hospital again, bitch.
Vanilla Jackson, M.D.