because I am a nosy cow and want to see what everyone else has been up to this last week, and for the rest of the month in fact, I thought I would start this thread and invite everyone to post a little of what they have written. Course you don't have to, but if you want to then feel free.
I think this is one of the bits that I am most proud of at the moment. Thoush there are several bits and I doubt anyone wants to read the whole silly amount that I've written so far:
Anyway, this is from chapter 19, my characters are in hiding after being found in the colony that my Werecats live in...
It was a rare occasion that we tuned into the news. The government had gone into talks to discuss what was to happen, but that was all that was being said on the matter. Though Paula’s revelation had changed the minds of many people, the vampires were still be hunted and killed. The world leaders may have been back in their stuffy conference room, chattering away as their translators frantically translated, but they were not letting up on their killing spree.
In light of the backlash against them, they had announced that they were looking at an alternative method of ‘dealing with the threat,’ but they had not stopped. They were still killing the vampires as often as they found them.
We were still playing the waiting game. Waiting for our influence to take effect. Waiting for the world leaders to decide what to do. Waiting to see what was happening.
But at least it looked as though we were starting to win.
There were still those humans who thought that it was a good idea to slaughter us all. They were the ones that were keeping the governments in the business of murder. It was an overwhelming number of humans that were delighted with each dead vampire that graced their skies with another cloud of smoke and ash.
At least their numbers were dropping. We just had to wait and see what the outcome was for the government’s rethink of how to deal with things.
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Nov 8, 2009 - 05 44
Oh, go on then... This is a short piece from early in my story where our hero has just been introduced to the lord and lady of the manor during the May Day celebrations. A little bit of harmless, mediaeval flirting...
'Say something, lad!' hissed Luther.
----------'M..m..my lord M..my lady. I have err.. I am happy to have been chosen to lead this year's celebration. With the guidance of Master Luther here, I have written a set of tunes dedicated to welcoming in the Summer. I would.. errr.. I mean... with your permission, my lord, we could to start.'
Ambrose thought his face would melt as the ice-blue eyes of the Lady Lucinda turned to meet his own.
'Master Sharowe?' she enquired with a voice like silk, 'may I know the name of the tune with which you are about to entertain us?'
'C..c...certainly, my lady... it is called the Dance of the Peacocks.'
'And will it be appropriate for this occasion?'
Ambrose reddened even further. Everyone knew the significance of The Dance, but to discuss it openly with a lady of high standing, was almost too much to bear.
'Leave the boy alone, Lucy.' interrupted her husband, 'can't you see he wishes he were a thousand miles away at this moment?'
A wide smile caused her beautifully full lips to part, showing perfect white teeth.
'Of course, my dear, but I was just thinking of asking Master Ambrose, if I would be welcome to join his dance.'
'O..o..of course, my lady... you would be very welcome, but... errrr....' Ambrose's voice trailed into stunned silence.
'But the dance is only for the young, single maidens,' she continued, 'and I am married and may be a little too old?'
'Yes.. err. I mean no.., my lady." Ambrose squirmed like a worm on a fish hook, he felt as if his face would catch fire any moment.
A laugh like a peal of bells reached his ears, cutting short any further conversation.
Lady Lucinda bent her head toward her husband's ear. He nodded and she picked up her goblet to stand proudly at his side.
'My lord, valued friends and fellow guests, I would like you to join me in drinking the health of our new musician... Master Ambrose Sharowe.'
The crowd raised various drinking vessels and joined in the toast... "To Master Ambrose!'
I want to die peacefully in my sleep, just like grandpa. Not screaming and panicking like his passengers.
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Nov 8, 2009 - 12 10
Here is a snippet of my story, which is called Twist Three Times Clockwise:
After twisting the key in the jewellery box, Ashley found herself feeling quite dizzy. She even thought at one point that she might be sick, but she wasn’t. She felt terrible. Almost as if someone had hit her on the head. She wasn’t in her bedroom though. Ashley didn’t have a clue where she was, but she presumed that the jewellery box key had actually done something after all. She sat still for a moment to try and stop herself going dizzy, and then she looked around her.
Just like in the story Twist Three Times Clockwise, the sky was yellow! Ashley gasped, half in delight, and half in shock. She suddenly felt very frightened. There was a bright sun shining in the yellow sky, and she could see a some trees, and then behind the trees were mountains, with what looked like huge slugs (or if they weren’t slugs then they were slimy monsters) crawling all over. Whatever those things were, Ashley had never seen anything like them at home before. She sat on a patch of grass thinking about what to do now.
Ashley realised that she didn’t know how to get back home, so she had no choice other than to have a look around. At least if she went into the trees, then if anything dangerous came near her she could hide behind a tree. But what Ashley saw was not something dangerous, but something very odd. She saw a very pretty fairy with long dark brown hair, which hung down over her bright green wings. She was standing next to a small house (well actually to a fairy it must have been quite a large house, because as Ashley noticed, fairies are quite small). The door of the house opened and two other fairies flitted out. One had bright turquoise wings, a turquoise sparkly dress and blonde curly hair, and the other was wearing a cerise pink jumpsuit, which matched her pink wings beautifully. “Hello Crystal, hello Cherry”, chirped the green winged fairy. “Hello Pixie”, the other two replied. Ashley thought about how fairies had such pretty names, and then gave herself a shake. This can’t be real she thought, shutting her eyes tight. However when she opened them, she was still staring at a fairy house in the forest. “Wow”, she said to herself, “so the Bluebell Forest is real!” She smiled in amazement.
----------Deep in the heart of Bluebell Forest there is a small clearing, and if you look very carefully, you will discover some very, very tiny creatures. Be careful that you do not stand on them! They are the Fairies of Bluebell Forest.
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Nov 8, 2009 - 13 00
Whelp, here's some of mine. The main character has been shown into the office of the leader of a cult:
Old Man woke up, having fainted when they entered the room. He stood up and jiggled his circulation back.
“Excuse me” he cleared his throat. By coughing, none of that 'fingers down the throat' crap. Upon investigating the chair at great speed he concluded that the boss wasn't in right now. “It would appear he's not here right now”
“...Or is he?” squawked the parrot in the cage at the side of the room that nobody had noticed. He rattled the door with little effect. He rattled it a little more. Then some more. Then he gave up. “Little help?” Old Man opened the door with ease, his opposable thumbs making light work of the metal opening (and closing) device. The parrot flew onto the desk and addressed them.
“Hail, for I am the grand master of the Rabbit Raiders cult/clan based in this cave-type thing. My name is Hawky Basildon, shape-shifter of Scunthorpe!” He flapped his wings with a feathery sense of leadership.
“Ooooooh, shape-shifting, I'm scared, seriously” Claudius rolled his eyes.
“Indeed and so you should be, for all in the mortal plain do soil themselves even imagining my sheer wrath!”
“I know I do” said Driver, voice saturated with shame “I'm going to go change” he did, thanks drifting towards him from everyone in the room.
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Nov 8, 2009 - 17 05
Well here's the begining of chapter 4, it's a sort of prolog to the chapter that I wrote today because I wanted to get another 40 words onto my word count, but it came out as 300 which made me quite happy lol.
4. Wolf Plain
The plain was quiet, it was always quiet thought Tomas as he walked along, fog had built up and had drowned him from the sight of anyone, even if they were just a foot away, he could barely see past his own nose so he was having to follow his compass. North, if he just kept heading north he would eventually see the light from the tavern. And then he knew he would be safe.
But then he heard it, that low growling sound, like a dog who saw someone he didn't like, then he heard the quick whooshing sound as something swept passed him. He turned, hoeing to see what it was, but the fog prevented that. He could still hear the growl, then it ran past him again, and again, and then he felt it brush his side. That was it, what ever it was he couldn't stand it, it was toying with him and he couldn't stand it. He ran, hoping that he would get to the tavern before it got him. Then he saw it, the bright light, it must have been the tavern, he ran even faster now, his eyes tearing off the cold air but he kept running. And the it hit him, and for one lousy second before he lost consciousness he realised that it wasn't the tavern, it was a car.
His limp but still alive body hit the floor, the car sped away but it was still there, what had been toying with him was still there, slowly it moved closer to him, closer, closer. Tom woke, and in the last couple of moments he tried to scream, but he hardly got out one note before several sharp teath dug there way into his stomach.
18 Months Later.
----------The only performance that makes it, that makes it all the way, is the one that achieves madness. Am I right? Eh?