| excerpts from a patchwork world. |
[Sep. 27th, 2009|10:51 pm] |
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| | beware of darkness - george harrison | ] |
wow, a public post!
since i merged this journal with my 'art blog', i haven't really done many of these, i suppose. there have been reasons but blah blah blah, trying to fight all that, here's something different.
a few of you have been asking about my stories - the huge 'world' i'm creating around my characters such as the cataroose, Dhani, Tika-Tiri etc. i'm going to be making some real effort with it this year in university, mainly because i should and i want to write something that isn't morbid or depressing.
well. maybe it can get a little dark, but it's generally, hopefully, an uplifting story.
in my first Prose class this semester, we had to write three paragraphs - a beginning, middle and end. pretty self-explanatory, so, here they are, for those curious about said world, etc:
1. Mist covered the hill and hung, stray smoke from something faded, perhaps a long time ago – though everything about the place felt fresh. The air was thick indeed with the smell of broken, burnt bark; the smell of spilt sap that only the most sensitive noses could examine. A tree had fallen in the night, though none of the residents recalled a storm. Through the fog, a pair of eyes squinted, focusing on another, more distant, tree – the one that had been making sounds all night, as though something was trapped inside it, scrambling to get out.
2. They were all gone. She stood, ankle-deep in marsh, looking into the void to discover that even ‘voids’ can look fairly inviting if you search deep enough. The cataroose moved on, and though her muscles ached and she wanted to wail with every bubbling snap of a leg movement, there was an end to the marsh and she knew it, even if she couldn’t see it. The reeds tickled her sides and face, though they stung if she hovered by them too much, so she pressed on, keeping her head down, antlers serving as a sort of clearing device as they dug up the plants and stray insects.
3. She sat with him, then, at the top of the hill. They had known each other for a matter of a week, she thought, but it was more likely only actually just a day and a bit. Dhanimantra was looking at the view. It seemed to please him, for a deep, rumbling hum was rolling from his throat. It was an unusual sound, but the cataroose figured it was just his way of purring, and he just didn’t have the right inner mechanics to do it properly. The sky was sort of orange and yellow, ready to give way to the night. It was like a patchwork quilt, thought the cataroose, with all the clouds dotted here and there, and different colours beginning to emerge. And Dhanimantra agreed, stretching himself across the hill, letting his plumes dangle lightly over the edge.
“You can see a lot from up here,” the cataroose noted, “I hadn’t realized before.” Her companion opened his mouth and the sound of chimes rang out, followed by a single, first non-lyrical sentence; “Told you so.”
also, 'Beware of Darkness' by George Harrison is stuck in my head.
it's a beautiful song, so i'm sharing it. Enjoy. :) |
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