Day 22 - Run little mouse 🐭 run! There are a number of chases in my latest wip story.
Diego and Arianna are running from a warlord and mage.
Isaac, Katherine and Si are running from dark Gods.
Haydan and lots of my characters are running from invading dark Gods!
She could just be wanting her within chain's reach as the manicle chain was long enough for her to drink from the underground stream, though she didn't fear the small woman in the least. Pip decided that she was overreacting to the ambiguity of the whole strange situation that she never thought she would find in a cave. Pip started towards the stone dias of purchase in the only dry spot she had seen in hours. She lifted herself up out of the knee-high subterranean stream on strong arms. Not being totally gullible and having survived alone and unravished, the redhead checked her blades in her sheath. Just as Pip was preparing to take a step on the Isle of defecation and bones, the elf yelled, "stop. Stop I beg you!" "What the Hells is wrong," Pip yelled somewhat agitated and surprised. She drew the heavy orc sword from over her shoulder ready for mischief. She had been wanting to try it in battle though she figured Bronwan might just get jealous.
Pip meandered around piles choosing each step nearing the woman. "Please don't kill me she-human. I am defenseless." The bride said hunched and shaking. Marigold jutted the Bronwan out once startled by the outburst and reassured the lady of her humble intentions again, "this is to use on your manicles also woman, relax." Pip swong the the heavy, thick-bladed, cruse sword with great force and snapped the chain at the wall mount freeing the tiny elf bride with your back to her, all the while her blood boiled, aggravated that the woman made her heart jolt screaming so. Before Marigold could react the blazing sconce torch high on the wall cast a growing, dark shadow across her broad shoulders. As cackling filled the small, square cavern drenched in fear no more but freedom and hunger. Pip spun and found a seven feet tall, boney, beast of a woman green as a toad. #writersofimstagram , #iamwriting , #creativewriting , #writing , #writer , #writersnetwork , " #writtenwork , #writtencommunity , #fantasy#fantasywriting#novel , #novela#novelas#novelwriting#novelist#book#bookstagram#morningcoffeereadx#fantasybook#fantasybooks#fantasybookseries
2 136 hours ago
We continued to run across the small, weed-filled, old field and railway in disuse. Magnasson pushed out ahead at your liking in the last fifty yards like the astute soldier he way and made a door in the chain-link fence.
Back on our home turf we instantly ran up into streets twisting and turning. I held my fist up and we took a quick breather, surely free of pursuit. And then we walked and jogged our way home on what I now considered the safe streets. I hadn't ran so much since eight grade track. I had given it up in high school so I could pursue smoking and girls on a full-time basis.
The computer tech Lassiter was waiting at the door awaiting his parts having to constantly upgrade to stay safely one step ahead of AI's prying eyes and keeping up communications with the other Chapters. "Did you get them. I told them exactly what I needed. I sure hope they came through for us or it's Comms out until I do," Lassiter said worried fiddling with his hands like a fucking monkey. "Relax, we got them," you told the man that wore two sets of glasses since he couldn't get an all around right prescription in the desolate slums. "Let's see," he insisted. "They are packed under friut. As soon as we unload them to the girls in the kitchen we will be right back," you told the antsy man. He raised his voice, "fucking fuit. I sure hope my stuff isn't damaged." I ignored him and his panic attack and escorted my men to Margret and the twins who were all busy stirring steaming pots for lunch. The redhead whiped and rung her hands out on a rag she kept over her shoulder and came over for a hug. I was supposed to be back late last night and she had stayed away as long as she was able. "Whatcha got handsome," she asked. "Why thank you for noticing Margret," Dick interrupted, "fruit for the trays." Let me see. Put them in those metal baskets on the counter.
The art of #fantasywriting exists in also visualizing parts of the book, so that the scenes can be as real as possible! Listening to music is a good way to reach #flowstate in the imagination!
I was taking a moment and listening to some #shinedown , visualizing a scene from my second book, TFA2: Resolution, when I opened my eyes and saw this step-stool.
Who else thinks that it looks like a second evolution #pokémon where two table-type Pokémon (first evolution) stand on each other, and fuse into one being for the second evolution. I think its third #evolution might be a #ladder or #stairs . #whatdoyouthink
0 1321 March, 2019
Every writer needs some kind of fuel to help them keep going on. You can probably guess what mine is, can't you? 😅
Demons! They possess other living organisms and they feed on their lifeforce, which I call aether. Once a body runs out of aether the demon has to find another host. Demons can survive for extended periods of time without a host, and if they can't find aether to feed they gradually turn to stone, but they don't die, because they are immortal.
She had never encountered an elf except in her dreams. The race was her favorite of all the once myths. Her obviously pointy ears were obscured by a ravaged, tangled mat of once surely lovely black hair on the elf. "Oh, by Andrein, a traveler come to free me from my bonds," the elf bride in her clean dress said in the rolling dialect of her people understood by Marigold for some odd reason. Much of Pip's trepidation melted away with seeing the bruising and knowing without ever having met an actual, peaceful elf before, yet believed in their caring nature having it instilled in her mind since the childhood stories of the long-lived race. "You are not evil are you fiery-haired she-warrior? I am in such agony, that I'd be easy prey if you were after my expensive wedding ring," the stooped elf said apparently unable to even stand tall any longer from unknown abuses and showed her ringed finger. "Oh no, none of that lady. I need no ring to help one in need," Pip tried to reassure the frantic elf and inquired, "but why are you chained so?" "My husband turned out to be a fiend. A creature from beyond the veil. He tricked me into love for my white, healing magic. But he needed a true bond. As he brought me here he beat me to diminish my physical strength just enough to hold me prisoner in these forsaken chains of iron. Please help me. I cant be expected to survive much longer. You look strong enough. I will reward you with my ring, but you must hurry for my husband checks on me often and beats me," the elven lady flickered the jeweled band again on her young, smooth hand, twinkling the facets of the red jewels in the torchlight. Pip twitched momentarily as her body reacted to her mind's eye. The young warrior found it odd that the elf offered the ring both as a reward to both ravisher and savior. Or maybe it was all of worth she owned. #writersofimstagram , #iamwriting , #creativewriting , #writing , #writer , #writersnetwork , " #writtenwork , #writtencommunity , #fantasy#fantasywriting#novel , #novela#novelas#novelwriting#novelist#book#bookstagram#morningcoffeereadx#fantasybook#fantasybooks#fantasybookseries
0 1321 March, 2019
They put computer parts in first which you knew would make the excitable Lassiter thrilled. Johnson's had a large monitor stuffed in making the backpack thin and wide. I hoped a overly full pack wasn't unusual out there on the streets and brought us an uninvited inspection. I didn't want anymore heat, especially not during the day when more Squads were about it seemed. Then out of a stack of wooden and wire crates they filled the top portions of the backpacks with oranges, apples, and pears. I couldn't remember the last time I had an orange or pear. I had a few imported apples from the base when I first arrived and thought I was in heaven. I thought how funny that getting items from the Burroughs were now considered imported.
They wished us the best and we left the Southeast Chapter of the Rebellion. If I had any worries early on through the city they were unfounded as all went smooth. Yet then just about out of Burroughs a passing Squad suddenly turned on us. It was likely a standard check as their weapons weren't out. But sadly I knew they would be soon. I looked at my guys and wiggled my eyes as if to say be ready. "Chip please," was all the helmeted woman got out before I yelled, "run." We ran south and I picked up pace to gain the lead so I could turn if need be. I knew that now that we had been identified as a threat AI's cameras would be in play and the Squads would quickly coordinate.
But as the encumbered Squad fell behind and I saw no others intervening. I just kept going straight as we passed through the burbs. I had plenty of time with the built-up lead over AI's enforcers. We would never find the same hole in the fence because we left it camouflaged by the manner of cutting. "Magnasson get fucking ready pal," I yelled over my shoulder. I wanted a good lead entering the Slums where I could readily lose the prosuers in the lights out, no camera area. #writersofimstagram , #iamwriting , #creativewriting , #writing , #writer , #writersnetwork , " #writtenwork , #writtencommunity , #fantasy#fantasywriting#novel , #novela#novelas#novelwriting#novelist#book#bookstagram#morningcoffeereadx#fantasybook#fantasybooks#fantasybookseries
They had arranged a next meeting for that Thursday afternoon. Although the necessary measures for her retirement from her majesty’s service were being put into place, she still worried every time she left.
She fastened her cloak around her shoulders, and stepped through the mirror towards Eastgrove. 📸 @myurbanworld_
14 10820 March, 2019
Day 20 - Spring equinox. First day of spring 🌱☀️ Does my world celebrate it?
Warm weather means storms ⛈ so heck yes! Seasons on Haydan’s home world are a bit more changeable than earth, but they do celebrate. The family’s usually get together and feast, which is unusual and they go to the nearby lake in the evening and swim 🏊♂️ The water is warmer than on earth at this time of year.
A clear sky
In the middle of a desert
Sitting at a fire
With all our friends
Singing our favourite songs
Staring at stars
Crazy conversations going on
Laughing with joy
As all are together after many years
Happy and cheerful
Talking about life
then missing the good times
that we had in the past
the beautiful memories
And just the flashback of those moments
Fills our eyes with tears
after some seconds of silence
We all begin smiling with wet eyes
Hugging each other
Promising that we will always be friends
No matter what happens in our life
No matter where we live
We will always stay in contact with each other
Leaving all those emotions behind
We again start partying
Then celebrating that night like
the last night of our life...
I don't think
we all know
Our heart is made up of pieces
And those pieces have
names of our friends written on them
We can never forget our friends
Cause if we look inside
they are always in our heart... ❤️
Marigold was already a great way under the moutain and she was baffled to think that the area was actually a multi-level catacomb, with people living here all around her. But the map only showed this level she wondered at the mysterious hatch. Maybe this was a dungeon her mind suggested and she was amid it on the bottom tier. A unmistakable stink of putrid defecation hung heavy in the air like a fog. Pip could see piles of feces all around the sickening landmass of the above water, stone platform, like the woman on a single long manicle about her left wrist, was feral she instantly thought. But swiftly took the snide thought back understanding if her captors didn't clean she was at their whims and was forced to live in her own filth like some caged animal. Yet all around her there was a large, tangled mass of gnawed bones, as if placed with some semblance of care, almost ritualistic. Instantly Pip's hackles rose, for she knew something peculiar as going on. She instinctively knew something was amiss with the strange encounter, yet she was bond by her ethics to a assist the woman even unknowing if she deemed her worthy of rescue yet. She was obviously chained for a reason she pondered contradictory. Pip splashed her leg to get the odd bride's attention. The spooked redhead couldn't put a solid finger upon it, but the way the young woman turned seemed more measured than startled. Had the woman heard her all along traversing the corridor and placed herself in the corner in wait with her back turned. Unlikely she thought. Pip's hackles were replaced by goosebumps as her mind spun with dark thoughts. Obviously beaten for sometime, the discolored woman's bruises had bruises of their own. The high cheekbones of her beautiful race couldn't be marred and diminished but the brutality the poor elf had endured. #writersofimstagram , #iamwriting , #creativewriting , #writing , #writer , #writersnetwork , " #writtenwork , #writtencommunity , #fantasy#fantasywriting#novel , #novela#novelas#novelwriting#novelist#book#bookstagram#morningcoffeereadx#fantasybook#fantasybooks#fantasybookseries
0 1420 March, 2019
To left and east my team slowly jogged initiating the final part of the plan though there was still much ground to cover as we were forced to stray farther out than anticipated. Abruptly behind only thirty yards or so behind was a lively, second Squad from the south where we were just headed right for them. We had to hurry before another showed and the triangulated our capture. I sprinted forward and after losing the new group of AI enforcers to utter distance looking like ants behind the big guys slowed without instruction. "We will jog boys. Everyone catch there wind. Soon we will be safe from the motherfucking cameras.
There's no way we are going back out there until morning when people are back on the streets again," I demanded Sargent to Sargent. We got in a corner with a few chairs and couches. I figured it was a break area. Without enough seating a few of the guys pulled up more from tables around the large room. "Get some rest guys and gals. We have enough time for a long nap plus there's still some fruit on the counter. You all did very well tonight. You are the best crew ever," I informed them. "Yeah we fucking love you too Bossman. Night, night," Dick said and stole a throw pillow from Jon who was already asleep it seemed. I knew he was going to be sore for the morning trip as we all were I thought. I actually dozed off myself and awoke to Grace's wiggling hand on me knee. "They are ready for us to load up. I need your pack honey," the brunette told me as my eyes rolled with sleep. "I got it," I told her and got instantly up groggy and on unsure legs. She could have easily pushed me over then I thought.
“Turn and see me
Kiss and swing me.
We’ll do all deeds
before the darkness leaves.” People watched her move as Vi sang for them in the I pub that night. She ended with a grin and flourished a deep bow or two. Maybe three. Her colorful skirts flew around her. “Where ya learn to sing like that, Glee Girl?” The man’s voice was rough. The elegant looking woman hanging on his arm shot her a deadly expression.
Vi’s face froze in her wide smile. She really hated that nickname. “An exciting story for another time when you’re free... just for me. As it turns out, I have another date tonight.” Vi waltzed away uncaring and found her guy.
She slid her hand slowly down his arm before taking her seat across from him. “Thanks for meeting me tonight.” He pushed his ale towards her, knowing she was thirsty. “Don’t tell me you’re in trouble again, Vi,” he snorted.
She drank. “No, no. I just need to know something you know about more than I do. I have never consorted with those... Aes Sedai before.” The look he gave her told Vi that he thought her no more than a child. She straightened her shoulders and pushed out her chest. He didn’t know all she’d done. No one did. But now she needed to understand this before she went further. She blinked and made her voice more seductive. “Tell me all you know of Traveling. I’ll pay.”
Happy Halloween! 👻 aka, Happy #nanowrimo Eve! I have a bunch of friends #fantasywriting this year, so I want to share a few worldbuilding questions for the genre. My favorite question is 10, it’s fun to see what countries need what to survive, and what they make money exporting. What are you writing tomorrow? What genre is it? #amwriting#instawrimo#nanoprep#writersofinstagram
The mountain grew steeper with every stride, until it became the tallest peak Artos had ever seen. A crystalline fog swirled around its tip, where a pair of valleys looked suspiciously like nostrils. Frost tendrils broke off a vast overhanging of rock and snow, creating jagged cracks on the ice at its base.
The travellers stood silent. Somewhere in their hearts, their mothers had sung to them about a Giant in the North. A lonely soul residing in the bitter rime, seeking a friend in a place where none could live.
I hope you enjoy this tiny story.
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This is just a snippet of any story, and if you could drop any suggestions about it, that would be awesome. It isn’t the greatest, but the Creation is a story that is really important to me, and he while existence of my world.
“The story of creation has been manipulated to change through times, but those who have remained loyal to the Dark King, know the truth. They know that Igset, the second born child and the Guardian born out of love and passion, created Crystali, a land filled with adventure and happiness. They understand that the first born son, Pernicious, was born out of the fire within the Golden King, and was the creater of Lunaria, a land filled with courage and honour. And this is when the story changed for most, they don’t know of the third son, the child born out of death. The child that was casted away by the Golden King himself, into shadows for not being able to form life out of a dead rock. The third child who wondered through the darkness, watching as his siblings created a lineage, created life through everything. He watched as his father took his sister’s husband, and named him his son. He watched from the shadows as the main three realms were created. And he drifted away. Far away from that he could not see the Golden King shine above them all. Until the lineage turned against one another. He watched as the Children of his siblings became corrupt, and from the shadows, creatures were created. Creatures who attacked and took everything away from his siblings. The story never tells of the third child, for the Golden King, would never like to admit that he was wrong. For blessing children who might want more of his power. The story never tells how the third child, who loved his siblings above all else, dropped his blood in the darkness and created a place of death. How after so many years of denial, he became what he most hated. They never talk about how Stark fought for eons, trying to rid the bad blood from his siblings lineage, becoming the Guardian of Death. They never talk about the man who the Golden King despises, for he is the owner of all Darkness. And everyone is afraid. They all should be.”