Post by Raihor on Jul 22, 2008 17:24:04 GMT -5
Writings, eh?
Well I'm kinda writing something. I refer to it as 'my novel' but I'm no author. It's still gonna be way too long to be just a 'story'.
Hmmm, well the start kinda sucks. Let's see if I can find a good extract...
Scr*w it, it's still stuck in draft 1 which is rubbish, so here's something from one of the other stories I like to work on.
...Here we go, a couple of (short) paragraphs for your reading pleasure:
Background: Simmeon is a Pilot who crashed, aged 18. He was in some kind of cold desert and found a house, owned by a mysterious (and rather short) girl named Shassura.
That night, while Simmeon was lying in bed, his mind teetering on the edge of sleep, contemplating whether or not to fall into it, a strange feeling came over him. He stirred slightly, trying to figure out the sensation. It felt like he wasn’t alone in the room. This alarmed him slightly, and he sat up in bed, looking around the room anxiously. Not a hair of life could be seen, apart from himself. As he lay back down, the feeling of unease faded, and he heard the leathery sound of bats flying softly away into the night.
The next morning, when Simmeon awoke, there was already a cold sunlight pouring through the window. He heard a soft murmur, and then Shassura’s voice,
“Oh,” she said, “you’re awake. You seemed so peaceful I didn’t want to wake you.” She was sitting on the end of his bed, looking at him.
“What time is it?” Simmeon’s sleep-encrusted voice queried.
“Midday.”
“Oh…”
“You aren’t alright,” Shassura said as Simmeon sat up.
“Huh?” Shassura reached out her hand and gently touched the back of his head. He recoiled away from it in pain.
“Your injury,” she explained, “is not healing. You need medical care.”
“I didn’t know I had an injury…” Simmeon admitted,
“Never mind. Come up to the 3rd floor with me, later. First, breakfast!” Shassura grinned, and left the room with speed.
I think I'll post a larger extract later. I'm still quite insecure about all of this. Maybe I'll post the opening paragraph. Feedback is appreciated
I'd also like to add that everything here is copywrited under these terms (link).
Well I'm kinda writing something. I refer to it as 'my novel' but I'm no author. It's still gonna be way too long to be just a 'story'.
Hmmm, well the start kinda sucks. Let's see if I can find a good extract...
Scr*w it, it's still stuck in draft 1 which is rubbish, so here's something from one of the other stories I like to work on.
...Here we go, a couple of (short) paragraphs for your reading pleasure:
Background: Simmeon is a Pilot who crashed, aged 18. He was in some kind of cold desert and found a house, owned by a mysterious (and rather short) girl named Shassura.
That night, while Simmeon was lying in bed, his mind teetering on the edge of sleep, contemplating whether or not to fall into it, a strange feeling came over him. He stirred slightly, trying to figure out the sensation. It felt like he wasn’t alone in the room. This alarmed him slightly, and he sat up in bed, looking around the room anxiously. Not a hair of life could be seen, apart from himself. As he lay back down, the feeling of unease faded, and he heard the leathery sound of bats flying softly away into the night.
The next morning, when Simmeon awoke, there was already a cold sunlight pouring through the window. He heard a soft murmur, and then Shassura’s voice,
“Oh,” she said, “you’re awake. You seemed so peaceful I didn’t want to wake you.” She was sitting on the end of his bed, looking at him.
“What time is it?” Simmeon’s sleep-encrusted voice queried.
“Midday.”
“Oh…”
“You aren’t alright,” Shassura said as Simmeon sat up.
“Huh?” Shassura reached out her hand and gently touched the back of his head. He recoiled away from it in pain.
“Your injury,” she explained, “is not healing. You need medical care.”
“I didn’t know I had an injury…” Simmeon admitted,
“Never mind. Come up to the 3rd floor with me, later. First, breakfast!” Shassura grinned, and left the room with speed.
I think I'll post a larger extract later. I'm still quite insecure about all of this. Maybe I'll post the opening paragraph. Feedback is appreciated
I'd also like to add that everything here is copywrited under these terms (link).