It's about the journey…
Nov 17th, 2011 by Jordan Drew
A little over halfway through NaNoWrimo. I’m working on something a little bit different than I normally do, but NaNo is sort of the best avenue for that kind of thing, isn’t it? 
For now, I’m calling it The Underground.
Six friends made it through the apocalypse… now they just have to make it through the aftermath.
Oct 31st, 2011 by Jordan Drew
So I got together with Elysabeth Williams and we decided for our last 13 Stories ‘Til Halloween post, we’d write something together. This is what we came up with.
This wasn’t right. Something had gone horribly wrong and he didn’t know how to rectify the situation. Was this truly all there was? When he’d signed on the dotted line, he hadn’t known he was promising mind, body, and soul. In it for the long haul was one thing… but this… this was nothing short of hell on earth.
Read the rest http://13storiestilhalloween.wordpress.com/2011/10/31/rest-in/
Oct 29th, 2011 by Jordan Drew
“Midnight?”
“Yes. Not a minute later or the window will be closed, and Mr. McIntyre… a little faith, would be wise.” – Jordan Drew, Saying Goodbye
http://13storiestilhalloween.wordpress.com/2011/10/29/saying-goodbye/
Oct 27th, 2011 by Jordan Drew
Peyton was tired of playing perfect. Teenagers across the world were known to make mistakes, why should she be all that different? If she went for a little while and came home before midnight, it couldn’t even be considered breaking a rule, anyway… more of a slight bend, really.
A little teaser for my post of at 13 Stories ‘Til Halloween. Read more here
http://13storiestilhalloween.wordpress.com/2011/10/27/rules/
Oct 21st, 2011 by Jordan Drew
My new piece is up over on the 13 Stories website, and ready for reading! Enjoy!
At 22, Marc thought he had his entire life ahead of him. He was about to graduate from college… he never expected it would end so quickly, and he never expected that if it did end, he wouldn’t know what happened. – Jordan Drew, Not Dead
http://13storiestilhalloween.wordpress.com/
Oct 19th, 2011 by Jordan Drew
Sooo I got together with Elysabeth Williams and, over one too many caffeinated beverages, we decided the best practice for the insanity of NaNoWriMo is spending our time writing insane stories. Rabbit Bob is the first tale, one of… well, pretty much insanity. I figured I’d post a little teaser over here and link it to the 13 Stories blog. Happy Thirteen Days ‘Til Halloween!.
They’d been married for two days, having dated an entire year before he’d asked her to marry him. He thought she’d been right for him, he thought everything would be all right. It wasn’t. She hadn’t been the one who accepted him for who he was… for his… idiosyncrasies, and now she was dead because she lied. Because she said she loved him no matter what.
Read more over at 13storiestilhalloween.wordpress.com
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Oct 18th, 2011 by Jordan Drew
Thirteen days until Halloween.
Thirteen stories.
Two crazy writers who are ramping up for NaNoWriMo.
Join the fun beginning October 19, 2011.
http://13storiestilhalloween.wordpress.com
by Elysabeth Williams and Jordan Drew
May 30th, 2011 by Jordan Drew
Here’s an excerpt from IMPACT, the YA paranormal novel I’ve been working on and finally completed. 
Impact follows an 18 year old who believes he’s pointless and a Shadow Reaper who is determined to prove him wrong.
My name is Moses.
He looked at the only words he’d been able to type in over a week. The project was due in less than a month, and all he could get were those four stupid little words. Sure, others had crept into his document, but they’d been deleted almost as soon as they crossed his screen. Stupid things like, I’m the best big brother in the world, and my friends think I’m awesome. Both were true, at least to a point, but nothing he’d written so far made him seem like a person who made any difference on the world. He was plain, average, and had done nothing in his eighteen years to impact anything.
.
My name is Moses… and I am completely pointless.
He scrunched his lips together and shook his head, turning off the monitor. This is so incredibly stupid. The assignment came on day two of his freshman psych 101 class. There were no introductions, no brief overview of what to expect in the class. Day one, they’d gone over the class register and split into study groups of five. Their professor, Dr. Abe Sawyer, released them with a “good day and we’ll see you tomorrow.” Moses couldn’t believe his luck. Day two came, and stabbed him in the back. What had seemed like a nice and easy A suddenly turned into hell, and Satan himself presided over it under the guise of a non-practicing shrink.
Mar 28th, 2011 by Jordan Drew
April is Script Frenzy month, and I’ll be basing my script on a novel I wrote awhile back.
I made a trailer for it… cuz I’ve nothing better to do until April 1.
You can read an excerpt of the novel here: http://www.jordandrew.com/say-anything/
Mar 16th, 2011 by Jordan Drew
Mira sat at her desk, and turned on her computer. Her iTunes loaded, and she turned up the volume, as she sipped a glass of gin and tonic. The glow of the screen offered enough light that she didn’t need her lamps or the overhead… or the bathroom light that frightened her nightmares away.
I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere along the way… I just stopped.
She stopped typing, reading and rereading the line, one of many poems she’d never completely finished, and she thought about how true the words were. She had. Just stopped. And she couldn’t remember why or when, only that she had… and it hurt.
She remembered a time in her life when she loved her life. Not life, in general, but her life. There were parts that were dark, where she felt alone, and afraid, but she’d even loved those parts. She lived, and she loved, and in that love there was undeniable passion, especially when they were together… but then it was gone, and nothing made sense to her anymore.
So she stopped…
Caring…
Being…
Loving…
Living…
Existing…
As she sat and thought about the words on the screen, she wondered if once again this would be another piece left unfinished, and then she thought yes… it would. Finishing was not something she ever did. Finality scared her more than the dark. When something ended it was over… gone… forever. There were a few pieces she almost finished, enough that the words on the pages were understandable when read by others, but they always lacked the final scene, or sentence, or word… because that would have been too close to final.
Mira opened a file so she could look at the last poem she’d almost finished, and as she read through it, she wondered if maybe this time… this time she could end it… if maybe this time she could say goodbye…
I Can’t Remember
The radio’s on,
It’s never turned off.
I can’t remember the last time I
Was around quiet
The lights are still off,
I haven’t turned them on.
I can’t remember the last time I
Was around light
It’s smoky in here,
A bad habit of mine
I can’t remember the last time I
Was around fresh air
I’m so tired,
Tired of life
I can’t remember the last time I
Really slept
You still haunt me
Memories and dreams of you
I can’t remember the last time I …
And then she remembered what it was she couldn’t before… She flipped off the computer and sat in her darkness, trying desperately to remember his face.
