Let me be the first to welcome you to my internet location for my creative writing endeavors. Hopefully those of you who visit this site and read my work will find the time to comment, critique, and be overall jackasses in relation to my writing.
After all, if I don't have the comments/compliments/complaints of readers, how am I supposed to improve as a writer?
Currently, I have three projects in the works.
—The first of which, known as Pyroclasm, might as well be abandoned. It was my first foray into creative writing and was basically where I dumped all of my completely and utterly random ideas. It is currently sitting at roughly 42,000 words and I have run into a wall story-wise.
—The second piece is the first part of a planned series. The series name will be Chronicles of Ragnarok, and if any of you are versed in Norse mythology (unlikely, to be honest) you will recognize Ragnarok as being a mythological Apocalypse, pretty much. The first title in the series will be called Umberhowl and is currently sitting at 8500 words typed with another 2000-3000 handwritten and ready to be typed up.
I haven't gotten around to that. Yet.
—The third piece is also the first part of a planned series. The series name for this one will be Guild of Shadows, and will be very, VERY dark. The title for the first book will be Umbra, and I just started it yesterday. It is currently sitting at 800-1000 words.
Anyways, what I will show you now is the first part of the 7500-8000 word prologue for Umberhowl, which is, at the moment, my brainchild.
Enjoy!
A massive thundering filled the grand hall as a tall, crowned figure looked out from his position on his throne, the bored expression that had been playing across his face giving way to one of great interest. It was far too early in the morning for them to be having problems of any sort, and they were usually the source of any disruptions to his activities, which primarily included napping, daydreaming, and playing with the seams of his clothing, as he normally did during these peaceful times. His curiosity overtaking his need to sleep, the crowned man sat up straight in his solid gold and silver throne as the banging resounded through the hall once again.
“You may come in! Just cease that awful din!”
At the crowned man’s acknowledgement, the grand doors to the hall opened as a female form walked—nay, floated—into the hall. She was quite possibly the epitome of feminine beauty: She had long blonde hair cascading down her back that shone intensely in the sunlight, waving with every motion she made yet still remaining perfect. Her eyes were a brilliant sky-blue, beautiful and captivating sapphires that captured the gaze of any who would look upon them. Her features were perfect and delicate; her lips, a bold ruby red, were set in a placid expression. Her skin was fair, and seemed to glow faintly in the lighting of the hall. Small, golden runes were slightly visible on her upper arms and seemed to have light running up and down them every few seconds.
Her dress, which ended around her mid-thigh, was made of a fine, silken fabric that conformed tightly to the woman, accentuating her perfect curves and offering the slightest tantalizing peek at her cleavage, while also emphasizing a slightly more-than-modest bust. The dress itself was a startling emerald color reminiscent of verdant, never-ending fields of grass.
The woman floated into the hall, halting at the steps leading up to the throne and slowly lowered herself to the ground before settling down into a kneeling bow.
“My lord.” She pulled out of the bow and, standing back up, levitated herself to a height of roughly two feet above the rich carpet on the floor. “It will happen today.”
The man’s face twisted into a scowl; this upset all of his plans for the day. There went any possibility of a long, peaceful nap followed by watching the fighting tournaments. His scowl deepened into a full grimace as his mind ran through everything that was to take place.
He pulled out of his thoughts and slowly pulled himself up out of his throne so that he stood. He looked down at the woman floating in front of him, his face set in an expression of determination and frustration.
“If what you say is so, then we must prepare. Find your sister and tell Illena to go and observe the proceedings and step in once the time is right. Whether or not your sister will be needed depends on whether the proceedings go as predicted. In any case, prepare yourself: everything that we have been preparing for begins now.”
The woman visibly shuddered at the crowned figure’s words, and swiftly left the chamber, hair streaming behind her and reflecting the lighting. The man sat back down on his throne, pinching the bridge of his nose and murmuring to himself.
“And so it has begun… but will we be able to find the strength to weather the coming storm?”
i found overt sexuality a little racy for my palate and my chicken-fed cheeks blushed a deep crimson. However, from one scholar to another, i found your prose compelling and your storytelling reminiscent of the one true J.R.R., may he rest in peace. I cannot wait for the next installment of Ragnorak. You sir, have whet my appetite, and my loins.
ReplyDeleteI bid you adieu,
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