29 July 10 - 23:57The Horse
It was a warm spring day when she awoke. The forest had retreated in the time she had slept, now not more than a few bits of woods around a pretty meadow or two. An idea had tickled her mind as she slept, partially disturbed by a horse digging at the roots of her tree that winter, looking for food. Without waking, she sheltered them, the whole small herd, in her ancient glade. Yet now she was awake.
Not many of her kind were left in the world, spirits from the dawn of time, but she did not care. The developments that ringed her bit of woods did not encroach upon her most sacred soil, the trees were safe, and so she did not notice. She watched the herd run in her meadow, houses unseen just beyond on all sides, and allowed her dream to make itself apparent. She built the idea one step at a time, then, near completion, she found the host she sought.
It was a dappled grey mare, the same that had made the ancient prayer to her roots, unknowing. ...
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28 July 10 - 19:19My Favorite Story
I have a number of characters I like to think up stories about. But I've come to realize that I'll never really get to writing them all down, so here's some piecemeal bits.
This is from
The Booke of Drae Nars.
It was a decent day. The air, still reeking of summer's heat across the plains, was technically autumn weather as it was past the equinox. New students, a new teacher. A new class, for that matter. Millview College was nothing special, a local, community college which was close enough to the city Rim to draw students from the borderlands as attendees for their higher learning. Millview itself was just enough of a city to have electric cars, good cellular reception, and a small gridwork of pavement.
Not at all like the twentieth century, thought Drae as he plugged in the electric kettle to heat water for tea. He sat on the teacher's desk and stared idly out of the window, on the left side of the classroom as the ...
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27 June 10 - 10:20Dreams- Doppelganger
I often have very vivid dreams. They often make good stories. Here is last night's venture, laid out as I recall it. I'm sure you can agree it would work into a 'proper' story very well. I often used these sorts of things for my creative writing class back in high school.
Gathering Thoughts:called 'lurk' or 'fade', a doppelganger species
tall, thin, blue/grey toned skin instead of tan, or brown, or yellow as human skins are
hair stiff, manelike, could be flat or formed into dreadlocks easily.
ear bones on the sides of the head that meant ears pointed down, not sideways as humans. ears also more symmetrical due to this.
I was called clink or something else small and starting with C. Chase?. Clink is because I actually have money. Lots of it.
..and the authorities called me phoenix, codename. Could never be sure I was actually gone, faked my own death three times already. usual physical appearance was pale, pale skin and orange/red hair in dreadlocks to ...
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