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Bacon and Cold Chills - Conclusion by PL1, literature

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Bacon and Cold Chills - Conclusion

Dean coughed as the pressure abated on the back of his neck. Before him, the grave lit up in bright yellow and orange flame, and above him the ghost flashed and burned away. He grimaced briefly as the water that had splashed on him evaporated into steam, but it seemed that aside from a few bruises, the case was over without any serious damage. Another one in the bag for the Winchesters. He pushed himself up, a quip on his tongue for Sam’s last-minute timing with those matches, only for his stomach to bottom out with dread. Sam had abandoned the matches and now knelt right under the base of the gravestone, gingerly cradling Oscar’s still body. The little guy was out cold, his face a faint grimace even in sleep. Dean hadn’t even seen him tumble off the granite, hadn’t seen what happened to their friend at all once the ghost started acting out. “Sam,” Dean muttered. “Did the ghost … ?” Sam looked up, but instead of despair he wore awe on his face. “Dean, Oscar just threw

Bacon and Cold Chills - 6 by PL1, literature

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Bacon and Cold Chills - 6

Sam sighed to himself when the Impala’s unmistakable growl sounded outside. It never went well when he had to admit to his brother that he’d been right about a dud lead. Even worse, he’d have to deal with Dean’s gloating in front of Oscar, but there was nothing for it. Huron was too sleepy and idyllic to have a case for them this time. Dean was going to be unbearable about it for the rest of the night. There was nothing for it. Oscar sat next to him on the laptop, both of them having settled in defeat when their search turned up nothing. “Sounds like he’s back,” Oscar noted, far less bothered by the lack of a case. “Maybe he found a diner at least.” Same couldn’t help a grin. Of course Oscar wasn’t bothered by the fact that they’d come all this way for no case - there was food on the horizon regardless. A familiar pattern of knocks on the door preceded the lock clicking and the door opening wide. Behind Dean, the afternoon was beginning to turn towards evening. The brightness of the

Bacon and Cold Chills - 5 by PL1, literature

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Bacon and Cold Chills - 5

Oscar could hardly believe he'd agreed to this. The nervous energy from earlier now lurked under his skin, like heat trapped under a blanket. He couldn't pace with the Impala in motion, could only sit on the secure perch that was Dean's shoulder. He had thought maybe trying Sam's usual strategy might take his mind off of all the concerns weighing him down. Normally, Oscar felt safer in a pocket for his trips in the monstrous black car, but that would leave him alone with his thoughts. The scenery didn't offer many distractions, either. The looming questions in the air went unasked. A lot had happened to Sam and Dean since they last saw Oscar. He couldn't just say he knew - there was no simple way to bring it up. Luckily, it seemed they didn't mind him simply listening to their banter. From next to him on the shoulder, Sam kept up the argument Dean had started back at the house. The merits of salads and other fresh foods were weighed against Dea’s meals of choice. When asked to weigh

Bacon and Cold Chills - 4 by PL1, literature

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Bacon and Cold Chills - 4

Dean made sure to wear an annoyed frown as he finally brought the groceries and supplies into the house after Bobby had him running all over Sioux Falls for various errands. It was as if the cranky older hunter had saved up several errands just waiting for the Impala to come rolling up the driveway. Knowing that Sam didn’t mind a chance to hang around the other borrowers, Dean wasn’t actually too put out by it. But he wasn’t about to let Bobby think otherwise. “Oh, quit yer pouting, princess,” Bobby chided him as he followed shortly behind with his own bags. “You’d eat me out of house and home if I didn’t stock up.” “Yeah, yeah,” Dean groused back, barely refraining from defending his name. He couldn’t put Bobby out of that many supplies in the grand scheme of things. He and Sam were definitely on the road more than they were back at the junkyard. Though now that they had more friends living around here than ever, they probably should make their visits more regular. Between the

Bacon and Cold Chills - 3 by PL1, literature

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Bacon and Cold Chills - 3

Sam avoided research duty fairly quickly after they arrived at Bobby’s. From the sounds of things, Bobby started making a supply list as soon as he heard the Impala’s engine roaring down the long driveway to the house. Dean didn’t stand a chance against the stern instructions to go pick up some extra food and a few other things, though he did manage to drop off his bags in the spare room first. He’d left Sam by the bottom level of the bookshelf in the room as well, rolling his eyes as Bobby called for him to hurry his ass up. The humans left on their errands, leaving the house to settle in the quiet afternoon. Sam made his way into the walls without even stopping in at his room on the bookshelf; he could check on that later, after he spent some time with the latest residents of the house and checked on the one that had prompted their visit. He was on his way to where he remembered Oscar setting up his new home when he rounded a corner and drew up short. “Sam!” Bree greeted him in

Bacon and Cold Chills - 2 by PL1, literature

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Bacon and Cold Chills - 2

By the time Bobby finished his retelling of events, Oscar found that he’d all but forgotten about his drink. He took a distracted swig, only to grimace as the whiskey burned on the way down and settled warmly in his core. He coughed politely to stall an extra second, and Bobby didn’t begrudge him the pause. Angels. Demons. Little folk with special abilities a lot like Sam’s. John Winchester, gone after trying to save his boys one last time. Oscar had seen the brothers’ father in glimpses and glances, and then the man was gone. And then, after all that, they had set out on yet another case, ever called by the job that just wouldn’t let them go. “Dean was … little sized,” Oscar mused, mulling the concept over. He couldn’t really imagine it. In fact, trying to imagine it would only make him strangely anxious; it wasn’t right for someone so strong and stalwart to be reduced to a fraction of his size and injured as badly as Dean supposedly had. Bobby frowned at his own whiskey glass.

Bacon and Cold Chills - 1 by PL1, literature

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Bacon and Cold Chills - 1

Things were amiss, and they had been for the last several days. It started when an imposing, enigmatic tower of a man had come to Bobby’s to visit. His truck had roared up the driveway, announcing his arrival long before he parked in front of the weather worn house at the back of the junkyard. Oscar had heard it from the kitchen as he searched near the baseboards for dropped scraps (food or otherwise, he never minded; he could make use of anything he found). Living in Bobby Singer’s house was easy, especially compared to his old home at the Knight’s Inn motel, a lifetime away. Oscar had easier access to food and supplies, and could even seek out company sometimes if he felt like it. Rumsfeld, a Rottweiler with paws bigger than Oscar but the gentleness of a mouse, was rarely far. He looked after all the littles he knew about, whether that was Oscar, living in the walls of the house, or Sam Winchester, a regular visitor who traveled all over with his human brother. Or, Oscar sometimes

Leaf Wings (One-shot prompt) by PL1, literature

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Leaf Wings (One-shot prompt)

Bowman’s heart pounded and he breathed quicker than his lungs could truly take in the air. His legs burned from so much running, activity he definitely wasn’t used to. Most days he’d be flying, his speedy wings propelling him forward. Wherever forward might lead him. He was lost in a maze of twisting corridors, dimly lit and echoing faintly with every one of his frantic steps. They loomed a foot or so overhead; he didn’t know what they might be for, or where they might lead him, but he yearned for some glimpse of the outside world. He’d barely managed to escape into these tunnels on his own. At least here, whatever had captured him couldn’t follow. Whatever had bound his wings wouldn’t be able to bind the rest of him, blast it. His wings, strong as they were, couldn’t budge the odd material wrapped around his torso. It chafed at the all important limbs, and he couldn’t risk scratching them up without even a guarantee that he’d actually get them free. His arms, also trapped partially

Washed Up Winchesters 8 (Final) by PL1, literature

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Washed Up Winchesters 8 (Final)

Chase pushed himself up and shook his head. He was more used to being swept up in a giant hand, but toppling over a few times had winded him. He frowned over the edge of the hand, then over at Sam. “What?” Jacob’s other hand lifted to be level with them. Minnie was clinging to his thumb and scanning the flock of sheep warily. They were all still milling around, keeping a tight group, several of them aiming disdainful baaas up in the air. Dean’s defiant stand over their heads certainly had not gone unnoticed. Minnie had never seen sheep act like that, certainly not in the shadow of a giant. “Sam?” "Th-the sheep!" Sam gestured in the direction of the hostile flock. "We're chasing skinwalkers, not werewolves! They can be any type of animal, so long as it's what the pack started out as!" The confusion on Dean's face cleared. "So you're saying this flock is the people we've been chasing the whole time?" Sam nodded at the silver knife in Dean's hand. "One way to find out for

Washed Up Winchesters 7 by PL1, literature

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Washed Up Winchesters 7

Jacob didn’t exit the inner roads of the city a moment too soon. A few people had started to wander closer to figure out what he was up to, despite the officer from before trying to convince them to move along. The resident giant didn’t walk among the close-packed buildings very often at all, and it only showed off how tall he was compared to everything else. He was grateful to have passengers to pay attention to. He couldn’t think too much about his self-consciousness that way. Once they were back on the outskirts of town, he glanced down often to get more directions from Sam or Minnie (Chase, as usual, didn’t seem too fussed about the direction they went). They eventually led him to a place well outside of town. None of the bumpiest roads even wound up out there, and the hills, covered in brush and rocks, wouldn’t be kind to most people on foot. A few dense clusters of trees formed extra barriers against travel in that direction. “So you think these, uh, shapeshifter thingies are

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Fairy Tales: Bowman of Wellwood - 1 by PL1, literature

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Fairy Tales: Bowman of Wellwood - 1

“Bowman, wake up!” The voice pulled me out of my dreams abruptly, dragging me out of sleep with an iron grip. “It’s morning!” I blinked bright green eyes before squinting at the vague shape standing next to my bed. At first, the only indication I gave her that I had heard was a disgruntled groan. As the young girl came into focus, I saw that she had her hands placed on her hips, her mouth set with determination. She wasn't about to be scared off. “Whaaaa’?” I mumbled, barely able to keep my eyes open. “Go ‘way. Sleep.” I di

Fairy Tales: Bowman of Wellwood - 1

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Collaborative Works by PL1 8/30/16 Update: Marked The Road Not Taken complete and added Brothers Adopted to nightmares06's section 5/16/16 Update: Marked some stories complete; Added A Little Bit of Magic and A Little Bit of Catnip in the LaEscritora section (Trust AUs); Added The Road Not Taken in nightmares06's section 1/6/16 Update: Added A Lich of Sense (A story featuring Bowman Leafwing, for any Bowman fans) 11/29/15 Update: Added Hershey Kisses and Salt Lines (sorry it's late!) and opened a section for collaborations with nightmares06 Hello, readers! I've been meaning to put this together for ages and I have finally conquered time

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Leaf Wings (One-shot prompt) by PL1, literature

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Leaf Wings (One-shot prompt)

Trust Contest 2021 Prize - Field Trip by PL1, literature

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Trust Contest 2021 Prize - Field Trip

Jacob smirked when Bowman flitted towards him. As he predicted, the fussy sprite wasted no time scolding him. “Could you be any more of a stompy giant?!” he complained, banking in a wide arc around Jacob’s long, striding gait. “You’ll scare everyone off before you even show up.” Jacob had put a lot of work into walking carefully enough to avoid that exact situation. Even knowing he could do more, he was confident in his skills. Naturally, that did nothing to stop Bowman from scolding him. Jacob would worry about the little guy if he ever kicked that habit. “Nah, I won’t,” he countered. “I had you to warn everyone I was coming. They know I’m on the way. Bet I’ll even have a big welcome party.” Bowman scoffed. “Welcome party or not, you’re blasted loud, Jacob. No storm clouds to be seen and yet there’s thunder.” That earned another chuckle from Jacob. “Dude, what’s got you so worked up? Trying to convince people you trained a giant again?” Bowman groaned, and Jacob spotted the look

Trust Contest 2021 Prize - Survey Mission by PL1, literature

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Trust Contest 2021 Prize - Survey Mission

Colfax let Adrian lead. So far, the walls hadn’t given either of them ideas, though Adrian looked around with interest far more than Colfax did. “I can’t believe you haven’t looked for a spot to build in here yet,” he mused. Colfax rolled his eyes. He’d originally come to Sawyer’s apartment as some kind of prisoner. He hadn’t picked the place for the structure available in the walls, and counted himself lucky that he’d worked past that initial introduction of the place. “Never got around to it." Adrian paused to glance over his shoulder, an amused glint in his eyes even in the low light. “You didn’t feel like putting in the effort, since Sawyer lets you sleep wherever in the main apartment,” he corrected. Colfax blinked down at him and let a pause draw out. “In so many words. Maybe I don’t want a human knocking on the walls looking for me.” Adrian snickered. He couldn’t deny that Sawyer, if he got bored enough, might just do that if it meant flushing Colfax out into the open. “I

Trust Contest 2020 Prize - Awry by PL1, literature

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Trust Contest 2020 Prize - Awry

Eral came to after the fight had concluded. By the pained groans throughout the courtyard, he hadn't been out for more than a few minutes. That, at least, was a good sign. He also noted that Elias stood at the center of the courtyard, surveying the damage and looking mostly unharmed. Another good thing. "Eral? Buddy?" Elias called. Genuine concern colored his voice. Eral waved his arms but didn't move to stand. "Here, dummy. Look for the only green here!" Elias zeroed in on him, and if Eral wasn't hazy from pain, he'd relish the shock on that face. Not much could throw Elias off like that. Heavy footsteps shook the stone ground as Elias rushed towards Eral. His shadow barely engulfed the fallen pixie before he dropped into a kneel. Eral leaned back in time with Elias leaning over him, though he couldn't hope to keep his personal space at this point. As usual when met with any level of fussing over him, Eral rolled his eyes. "You look awful, Elias. Maybe you oughta kick back a bit.

Trust Contest 2020 Prize - Bike Ride by PL1, literature

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Trust Contest 2020 Prize - Bike Ride

“Why aren’t we going in the car-thing again?” Bowman’s voice, close to Jacob’s ear thanks to the sprite’s cautious perch on his shoulder, rang clear with skepticism. In response, Jacob smirked and shrugged his shoulder just enough to bob the tiny sprite up and down once. “I thought you were tired of the car after the drive all the way here,” he pointed out. Bowman’s tiny boots shifted as he flinched to keep his balance. Once certain he wouldn’t fall, one leafy wing slapped Jacob’s neck. “I was,” he insisted. “But if we’re going somewhere outside, I’d rather not be seen, and you can’t run fast enough to keep me out of sight.” “It’s true,” Jacob lamented. “But I’m not planning on running there. Lemme just show you.” He considered that fair warning for the front door of the house to open up. Jacob stepped onto the small front porch and paused to assess the world outside. A slight breeze cooled off the warm day, and only a few clouds drifted around overhead. The tidy lawns of the

[Com] Dean Asunder by PL1, literature

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[Com] Dean Asunder

Let’s try this again, shall we? The witch’s cryptic question made less sense by the second, because as he looked around, Dean was certain he’d never dealt with anything like this. The trees towered farther overhead than ever. If not for the enormous leaves gathered in the tree roots with him, he’d think maybe he’d been sent to the Redwood Forest. Instead, he realized with mounting dread, he could be anywhere. It didn’t feel like the real world. Animals cried in the distance, once-familiar sounds warped by what that witch did. He was small. He was small and alone and he had no idea where his dad or Sammy were. A part of him wanted to rush out looking for them, but something held him back. Every time he tried to take a step out of his safe refuge, he imagined some giant animal dragging him off before he could fight back. He had his knife and colt, but they seemed so small compared to any threat at this size. But what if Sammy was out there? He couldn’t hide away when his brother

Trust Contest 2020 Prize - What Could Have Been by PL1, literature

Memory Sickness by PL1, literature

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Memory Sickness

When Jacob’s footsteps slowed to a stop, Bowman noticed right away. The steady, heavy crashing had been a mark of Jacob’s presence in Wellwood as he crushed fallen leaves and shook the very ground. As a giant human, he couldn’t help it, not that it stopped Bowman giving him a hard time. “Find something?” Bowman called as he banked in a circle to head back to where Jacob had stopped. His curiosity dropped away as soon as he glimpsed the rainy expression on Jacob’s face. Something was wrong. Bowman’s leisurely glide became a quick dive. He landed on a low branch mere feet in front of the towering hum

First Prize: Quill by PL1, literature

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First Prize: Quill

Not Good. Very not good. Quill leapt over a book on the floor, the pages crumpled and spine facing up. His hand brushed the embossed title as he slipped less than an inch over it and stumbled on the other side of the tome. Something crashed as he regained his momentum and ran. There had to be a place in the study that he could hide. It looked like a study, anyway. Bookshelves from floor to faraway ceiling, thick carpet worn with age, an enormous work desk cluttered with papers. His pen was still up on that desk, but he didn’t see himself having a chance to retrieve it. Considering how alarmed his current adversary had been to see him

Second Prize: Elias Meets Gabriel by PL1, literature

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Second Prize: Elias Meets Gabriel

Be Seeing You! The bittersweet greeting, faded on the town’s welcome sign, had been the motto for the small town of Trovista, Colorado for only a few years. A cute little burg out in the flatlands of the Rocky Mountain State, it was one of those places where everyone knew everyone’s business. One could call it a blink-of-an-eye town. Elias was drawn to the place as he wandered the side roads, and it didn’t take long to understand why. Someone had brought mischief on Trovista, mischief that Elias could not ignore. Townsfolk were turning invisible at random. Though they tried to understand it and fix it, no one could. Calls

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Hello, I'm PL1. I also go by Neon.

While I have dabbled in artwork both traditional and digital, my usual medium is writing. I prefer to write fiction, dabbling in many genres. Most of my work here is in the fantasy or science-fiction category. A common theme in my writing involves culture shock and the ways different characters deal with groups of people that are vastly different from them. One of my personal favorite ways to reflect this is through the use of GT (giant-tiny) dynamics. The use of size difference provides a very visible way to depict the other differences between characters. It also poses a unique challenge in character interaction, world-building, and ethical struggles.

In addition to writing, I also will participate in roleplaying. The way I see it, text-based roleplaying is essentially a collaborative writing project. It enriches the writing experience for all parties involved and it provides good practice for consistent character writing. (I also play tabletop RPGs and get many ideas for new characters in this way.)

If you're a fan of fiction, I hope you'll like what my gallery has to offer.

~Neon Bright

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How to Train Your Dragon, Snow White, The Matrix, Harry Potter

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Angel, Danny Phantom

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Harry Potter, Greywalker, Wind Singer, The Dresden Files

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Professor Layton series, DDR, Pokemon

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Mar 26, 2019

Bowman of Wellwood eBook Now Available!

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Last year I published Bowman Leafwing's story for real, and I'm very proud of all the effort that went into making that a reality. My book is a real thing that I can hold in my hands! Wow! Now, it's also a thing I could put in my eReader: Bowman of Wellwood is an eBook. This was a long time coming. I'm so glad I can finally make the book even more accessible. To everyone who encouraged me along the way, I owe you my thanks for this milestone in my publishing efforts. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

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Mar 26, 2019

Bowman of Wellwood eBook Now Available!

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Dec 17, 2018

New WordPress Blog

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I wanted to make sure I spread the word over here of my new site: https://neonbrightwriter.com/ I will post writing there, as well as excerpts, future plans, and other fun little writing goodies that don't always make it over here right away.