I’ve decided to take part in the sensation. Yup. I’m joining the crowd. So, today is my apology for a future of sparse updates. I will occasionally (when time permits) post advice or little clips of what I’ve written, but if you really want to know how I’m doing you can add me on NanoWrimo if you are also patricipating (my username is rogueapprentice). This is my first time participating, but I want to give it my all while managing to balance it with my coursework. I’d love to hear any advice you guys have on how to push through it and succeed!
This is a link to some good writing advice. I know, I’m due for you to read some of my reading, but the pieces I’ve been working on aren’t quite ready for public viewing. They’ll be done soon, but in the interim I thought I would give you something to check out.
I think that, of all the advice given in this, the most important is that writing is a baring of your soul. Every character, every impossibility, every suggestion was deliberately placed upon the page and contains a piece of you inside. The characters, I feel, are even more like this. Whenever I create a character, I place a piece of myself inside of them to ground myself in their reality. They are real the moment I place them upon the page because they are me in some form. It’s important to remember this not only when writing but also when reading. Delicacy is always important when critiquing a work, as it is special to the writer.
So… yup. That is my thought for the day. If all goes well I will actually have one of my pieces finished soon to let you look at, but at the rate they are going the page length is going to be ridiculous. I might just have to think of something else to post.
I just wrote this and… I really like it. There is, however, some info you need first. I wrote this using a prepared list of characteristics for certain types of creatures I’ve made and two of them are in this scene. Suffice it to say that Kira is a mage, so no extra explanation is needed for that. The shapeshifter’s characteristics are what you would usually expect, except that they usually can only stay in one form at a time, which is what makes this character so interesting. In addition, there is a siren in this. Sirens, in this universe, can be male or female and they can take a person’s will from them with any type of contact combined with a strong feeling towards the siren, i.e. hatred, love, or, in this case, anger, and a song.
I hope you like it, as this wasn’t what I had originally planned on posting this week, but the general would not be silenced. She wanted her story to be told and my Muse would not shut up about it either. So… yup. Enjoy! Comments/advice is always appreciated!
General Allura was a blur.
Kira had heard about people who fought using human and beast forms simultaneously. It was a rare and incredibly difficult ability that used up a phenomenal amount of energy. Combatants were said to be almost inert afterwards but many said it would be worth learning. The advantages of sudden claws and teeth combined with the extra movement it lent a fighter made them a whirlwind of sharp points and joints that an opponent would be unable to predict.
Hearing rumors about it was one thing, but to see it in action was a mixture of breathtaking, terrifying, and sickening. General Allura used her transformation to dodge under attacks with specific bone rearrangements and then straightened the bones back out to lend more force to a blow. One moment striped fur slithered across her skin and then it sunk in to show her bones press against human flesh as they rearranged. Her face, when Kira caught a glimpse, switched from pointed snout to human features that were hard to look at, but in either form her teeth were bared in an animalistic snarl.
Even more surprising was to see the assassin match her blow for blow. He dodged and punched and twirled around her, forcing the general to push herself to keep him away from her back. His flurried attacks would have taken down the King in a heartbeat, she was sure, had he been given the chance.
They suddenly locked blows, his knife scraping against her sword as they stood as close as the blades permitted, and then Kira saw the assassin’s left hand flick forward towards the general’s side.
The general, however, was equally quick and pulled a knife from her back sheath and into the assassin’s hand. He cried out and dropped the needle he held, then jumped back and turned to run.
The general was equally quick, though. Her legs rippled into a tiger’s and she pounced down upon him, holding a knife to his throat with one hand and kneeling upon his hands. He was effectively pinned.
He was not, however beaten. His face, pressed into the tiles and hidden by his mask, revealed enough of his eyes for Kira to see a gleam of triumph. His jaw clenched and his body suddenly bucked as his eyes rolled back in his head.
Then his pupils rolled forward and focused. He opened his mouth and sang.
It was beautiful and yet, harsh. His voice could not be matched but there was a certain amount of fury in the tone that made her heart start to beat faster and her hands clenched. Beside her, she heard Dillion gasp in fear, “Siren,” before his voice was drowned out in the beauty. She closed her eyes and swayed to the music and then it dawned on her. Siren. Voice. Music. Manipulation.
She forced her eyes open and drew her mind back into herself, forcing herself to ignore the magic’s lure. She looked at the general and her heart froze.
General Allura’s eyes were also closed, but she was moving. In the interlude of Kira’s own entrapment, the general had gotten off of the assassin and was now moving towards the King with purposeful steps, her sword and knife held before her. The assassin was going to use her to kill the King.
Kira quickly drew upon her magic, in her desperation plunging all of herself into the well of fire in her soul, and threw a rope of magic around the siren, her intent simply being to cut off the siren’s voice and end the spell.
Her desperation, however, had pushed her to lose control and too much magic leaked out. Rather than simply cutting off the assassin’s voice momentarily, Kira cut his vocal cords completely and, in the process, destroyed the siren’s source of power. Her magic, surrounding her very self, took control and kept weaving it’s own spell. It raced out of his vocal cords and along his limbs, freezing them into immobility so that he suddenly crumpled onto the floor in a heap. Before it could do more damage, Kira ripped herself out of the fire and cut the magic completely.
All of this had happened in a manner of moments. The general stopped in her movement towards the King, puzzled, and then realization dawned and she turned back to the assassin with a snarl, only to see him immobilized completely.
The clockwork heart in Quentin beat mechanically, like the beat of a drum that ushers a warrior into death. Each step marched perfectly to its cadence as he strode along the path out of the town, unwaveringly leading him away from her. Adara kneeled upon the road behind him, clutching his ring and keening her sorrow.
He supposed he was being cruel, though cruelty only remained as a memory and not as a feeling. But it was her fault that he no longer felt anything. So now he walked, just a wraith sheathed in a man’s flesh. Emotion simply a memory, his love for her so distant that if it were a star, it would be lost in the inky blackness between the beams of light. Just an abstract memory his mind could no longer focus upon.
Not that it really bothered him, not anymore. Once, he would have hated himself for making her cry.
Behind him, her wailing became decipherable words as she gave out a last plea. “Wait! Wait, please… Quentin, please… don’t leave me. I’m pregnant.” Her entreaty, and her sudden announcement, caused the crowd watching their debacle to stir in anticipation of his surrender. They believed he was leaving out of hate and he would return out of responsibility, but he no longer felt either of those things.
His feet continued their trek without pause, unfaltering upon the path. His heart no longer beat for her.
One of the most frequent questions I get at family gatherings concerns my relationship status or, more specifically, my lack thereof. Just this weekend, we had a family party at my parent’s house and I invited some of my friends to join in the fun, two of whom were guys. Every time I mentioned that they were coming, I got the apparently inevitable question: “Is he your boyfriend?” And this isn’t restricted to just women; my cousin just turned 30 and at a recent funeral he came up to me and said, “If one more person asks why I’m not married yet, I’m going to go crazy.” I mean, it’s horrible that my friend got a significant other and told me that the best part (besides how he is a great person) was that the questions, and pity, regarding her single state had finally stopped.
You would think that I would have accepted that this is the way society works, but I haven’t. In fact, I get increasingly irritated every time this happens. I hide behind the excuse that I want to focus on my studies or I’m just waiting for someone intelligent, but that really isn’t the case. I’m not choosing to be single, it is just the way things are working right now. And I’m okay with that. When I meet the right guy, I’ll get into a relationship and things will work out as they will, but because I am 20 and have absolutely no experience in relationships, I have to deal with the consequences.
What consequences, you ask? Sadly, there are a couple. Most of it has to do with pity. I tell them that I don’t have a boyfriend and I get the look, like a twisted version of puppy eyes resulting from my lack of romance. The look is quickly followed by condolences, where I get the repeated lines that everyone says as if they lack any originality in conversation or they lack the ability to think outside of the constraints of the dating conditions society sets upon us. “It’s okay, it’s better to focus on college anyway… You don’t want a boyfriend, boys suck… When the right guy comes along, things will work out… I don’t understand how that’s possible, you have such a great personality. Well, don’t worry about it, I’m sure the right guys just hasn’t come along yet.” Thanks for making me feel okay with my single status… because, clearly, I wasn’t before. Remember how we got on this topic? Oh, yeah… you asked me if I had a boyfriend yet because being a college student necessarily equals having relationships.
As a result of my continuously repetitious answers, assumptions about my sexual orientation have sprung up over the years, both in my family and in my age group. I would like to point out that a lack of relationship does NOT equate liking people of the same sex. It just bothers me that this is the natural course of thinking about anyone who is single for a long period of time. Who are you to lump a perceived thought upon me about who I may and may not like? If I like boys, then fine. I like them, I’ll date them, whatever. If I like girls, then the same will happen. Why does being single mean that something must be different about me? Why is any explanation needed at all? Is it so odd that I am taking some time to live alone and discover who I am? Why do I need a boyfriend in order to be happy with my life and my accomplishments?
But the absolute worst part of being single all these years? I came to believe them. Society brainwashed me well enough that I believed that something was wrong with me because no guy had asked me out. It has taken my years to recover from my sense of inadequacy, and this is not okay. There is no reason that anyone should fell like a lesser human being because they cannot find a significant other. I don’t care if you are ugly or pretty, an introvert or an extrovert… if you are single, that is okay. As long as you are happy with who you are and the direction your life is headed, then it will work out one way or another.
I implore you to keep this in mind next time you ask anyone about their love life and they reply with “I’m single.” Try to break the cycle. Instead of asking about their love life, ask what they have accomplished, what they are proud of, what landmarks they have crossed in their life lately. There is more to life than simply a person’s love life. Let’s break this chain.
Well… that’s my rant on my irritation with society. Sorry, I know it doesn’t follow with my usual trend, but I just couldn’t hold it in anymore. I’ll be back to my usual schedule of posting in around two weeks, so thanks for continuing to follow me!
It’s a ball of quills
quivering in constant motion
that I hold tightly in my hands,
trying to contain it,
and the more I squeeze
the deeper each quill digs,
parting my flesh to get to the meat of me
and its’ poison seeps,
slowly at first and then
quicker, faster, rapidly
growing closer, nearer,
following the vines of my veins
until it reaches my heart.
The sound beating grows erratic,
losing natural rhythm until my cells
are replaced with apprehensions
and each desperate beat of my heart
ticks a clock’s time,
and I squeeze tighter in my pain,
enhancing the quill’s power
in the act of suppressing.
I would really like an opinion on this. I wrote it in the middle of pre-exam stress, but I feel like it can relate to more than that. I’m also having trouble with the title, so any input on that would also be greatly appreciated. What I have right now is spur of the moment… I’m not really sure what title really fits.
Hey, all, this is just a quick apology for the lack of posts over the last few weeks. I’m at the end of the semester of school right now, so my schedule has grown arms and legs and terrorizes me daily. Luckily, after next week I will be done and I can go back to my usual schedule. So, this is my apology and my promise that I will soon be back to my regular schedule. In the mean time be safe, enjoy the weather (if it is nice wherever you are), and godspeed.
P.S. A couple of weeks ago I was nominated for a blog award that I have not talked about yet, so when I next post it will be a double posting. I will put up one about the award and another regular one. Just something for you to look forward to. 😉