I think that, at least for the time being, I need to start writing something other than the sporadic articles I've been doing. Other than my last post, it's pretty much been the little voice inside of my head venting whatever pops into this little ol' head of mine. Well, that's something I might very well revert back to soon, but for now I need to make a change. I have creativity up the wazoo. It's maddening.
So, a quick summary of what's about to happen here:
I'm writing a novel. A good majority of what I write for the novel turns into something else, a poem or short story. Said poems or short stories end up sitting on my desktop, gathering virtual dust.
Therefore, in an effort to conserve that valuable natural resource that is virtual dust, I will post some of the snippets.
The following is one of those forlorn dust collectors. I hope it fares better here than it has in my Documents folder. (It's rather hard not to...)
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A Heeded Warning:
Elenea walked quietly beside her twin brother that afternoon and let her mind wander. She pondered over childhood memories, as she often did, and smiled to herself. The day was relatively calm, and thus a perfect time to daydream. Several hours had passed when the two siblings passed through the trees into a sunny clearing, where scattered trees with thin limbs cast scrawny shadows upon the tall grasses.
Suddenly, Elenea stopped. She grabbed Falcon’s arm and swooned slightly. Her bright blue eyes grew unfocused and cloudy as the color slowly drained from her delicate face. Falcon, concerned, held her upright and watched her with an anxious stare. These spells were never a good sign.
Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the episode stopped. Elenea’s eyes cleared and she let go of Falcon, stumbling a little as she stepped away. “
No… no, it’s not possible,” she muttered, staring off towards the west.
“What is it?” Falcon asked, startled by the look of bewilderment on his sister’s face.
She didn’t appear to hear him and took off running through the clearing towards the setting sun. Falcon sprinted after her, his heart pounding like thunder in his chest.
Something was wrong. Very, very wrong.
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Tis obviously just an eensy-weensy piece of what was going to be a chapter of the story, but I ended up editing it out. I like the suspense of where it leaves off, so I ended up keeping it despite its homelessness and lack of appropriate label.
Adieu, my fellow homo sapiens. Until we blog again.
So, a quick summary of what's about to happen here:
I'm writing a novel. A good majority of what I write for the novel turns into something else, a poem or short story. Said poems or short stories end up sitting on my desktop, gathering virtual dust.
Therefore, in an effort to conserve that valuable natural resource that is virtual dust, I will post some of the snippets.
The following is one of those forlorn dust collectors. I hope it fares better here than it has in my Documents folder. (It's rather hard not to...)
--
A Heeded Warning:
Elenea walked quietly beside her twin brother that afternoon and let her mind wander. She pondered over childhood memories, as she often did, and smiled to herself. The day was relatively calm, and thus a perfect time to daydream. Several hours had passed when the two siblings passed through the trees into a sunny clearing, where scattered trees with thin limbs cast scrawny shadows upon the tall grasses.
Suddenly, Elenea stopped. She grabbed Falcon’s arm and swooned slightly. Her bright blue eyes grew unfocused and cloudy as the color slowly drained from her delicate face. Falcon, concerned, held her upright and watched her with an anxious stare. These spells were never a good sign.
Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the episode stopped. Elenea’s eyes cleared and she let go of Falcon, stumbling a little as she stepped away. “
No… no, it’s not possible,” she muttered, staring off towards the west.
“What is it?” Falcon asked, startled by the look of bewilderment on his sister’s face.
She didn’t appear to hear him and took off running through the clearing towards the setting sun. Falcon sprinted after her, his heart pounding like thunder in his chest.
Something was wrong. Very, very wrong.
--
Tis obviously just an eensy-weensy piece of what was going to be a chapter of the story, but I ended up editing it out. I like the suspense of where it leaves off, so I ended up keeping it despite its homelessness and lack of appropriate label.
Adieu, my fellow homo sapiens. Until we blog again.
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