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I resurrected an old character from one of my scrapped stories!

It was one of my spiritual, magical fantasy stories where the characters were witches, making spells and throwing their spirits in and out of the astral realm.

Now that I know how not-great THAT is, I don't write those kinds of stories anymore. I CAN reuse the characters for my new, more God-centered stories though!

This is Candice (or Carissa. Haven't decided yet), a 32-year-old working woman. She used to be a 26-year-old unemployed woman also named Candice, who used to be a 22-year-old university student again, also named Candice, who used to be a 16-year-old boyfriend stealer (yikes!) called Tamara, who used to be a 13-year-old hunted by a supernatural vampiric creature, the original Tamara.

She went through multiple iterations and multiple storylines over the years and hopefully, this one sticks. She's honestly a whole new character at this point!

I have a bit of her story written on this post right here.

It's an end-of-the-world/alien invasion type thing. A lot of my stories are still supernatural, but I put a lot of the supernatural in their rightful place and don't have my protagonists fooling around with any of it.

An excerpt from the current story I've been writing.

She had noticed them immediately as she raised her head to breathe in the unusually cool air. They stopped her in her tracks and she nearly fell over as she missed the steep step-down on the broken sidewalk.  There were many of them and they hovered still in the sky as far as her eye could see. They were smooth, ice-grey disks with no other defining features. They almost blended in with the grey of the sky, but they were so big that they could not be missed. Carissa stared up at them, open-mouthed, hardly believing what she was seeing and hardly believing that no one else was seeing this as she wildly whipped her head around to see if anyone else was gaping up at the sky. The old lady in her yard across the street was watering her plants. The school girl in her blue uniform further up the street was giggling at her phone. The lanky man wearing a graphic t-shirt and ridiculously sagged jeans swerved around her on the sidewalk, shooting her an annoyed glance as he passed. Trinidadians were known for making a scene when they saw something out of the ordinary.  Maybe she was just seeing things.

This is still unedited, but I know I'll be keeping this section in.

An excerpt from the current story I've been writing.

She had noticed them immediately as she raised her head to breathe in the unusually cool air. They stopped her in her tracks and she nearly fell over as she missed the steep step-down on the broken sidewalk.  There were many of them and they hovered still in the sky as far as her eye could see. They were smooth, ice-grey disks with no other defining features. They almost blended in with the grey of the sky, but they were so big that they could not be missed. Carissa stared up at them, open-mouthed, hardly believing what she was seeing and hardly believing that no one else was seeing this as she wildly whipped her head around to see if anyone else was gaping up at the sky. The old lady in her yard across the street was watering her plants. The school girl in her blue uniform further up the street was giggling at her phone. The lanky man wearing a graphic t-shirt and ridiculously sagged jeans swerved around her on the sidewalk, shooting her an annoyed glance as he passed. Trinidadians were known for making a scene when they saw something out of the ordinary.  Maybe she was just seeing things.

This is still unedited, but I know I'll be keeping this section in.