I plan on writing a fantasy saga. What do you think?
SouthSide Bestie
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Tuesday, 17th of August 2010 08:28:22 PM
This is the first couple of pages to my work, please read it and let me SouthSide Bestie know what you think!! l have not edited or proof read yet. Registered User />Fluid in motion the quill moved across the rough paper, soaking in with Joined: Friday, 7th of May 2010, 18:33:05 the knowledge of plants and remedies that would help for a number of the Posts: 678 most common illnesses found throughout the Kingsland. Balion carefully put Viewed 10770 times the quill back in its holder, stretched his arms above his head, and looked
critically on the work he had produced.
Well, it wasn’t the best
he could do, the tails on the “Y” were still what his grandfather
would call hooks. And he would have liked to embroider the edges. But all
in all it was sufficient for what was needed.
Balion pushed up from
the chair and moved to the cabinet, where he removed four small paper
weights that would hold the paper open while it dried.
Warm streaks
of resplendent light filtered through the single window of the back room,
colours dancing a myriad of shades as individual ink pots reflected the
rays repeatedly off their glass cased bottles, giving the room a more
vibrant and airy atmosphere than actually warranted.
Balion was
careful when placing the weights, the last thing he wanted was to obscure
the still wet ink, it had taken a good four days work copying from the old
book his grandfather kept, one of many that were precisely ordered in
alphabetical sequence in the small room used as a library.
While
Balion used the task of copying the old remedies more to pass the days
than for any actual practise at his scribe skills, he found it gave him a
quite sense of accomplishment and pride. It was good to know his time
would be valued and helpful to others.
After making sure there were
no creases, misspelled words, or smudges that would impede the readers who
sought to gain the knowledge painstakingly copied over the previous days,
Balion was satisfied everything was in order.
As he moved out the
small back room and made his way to the kitchen in the comfortable sized
cottage, sounds of animals and birds were clearly audible.
The house
seemed oddly quite and empty with Julian gone. It was like a critical
component was missing, a team of horses without their driver. While Balion
was well able to cope, he found himself counting down the days to his
granddads return.
When he reached the kitchen he took the ladle
from the side, Balion glanced down at the bubbling stew and inhaled
deeply. The aromas of spices and stock assaulted his senses, it was a
welcome difference after the biting scent of ink, which was almost
corrosive in its efforts to distract and annoy.
A quick taste
brought the familiar flavours, added with a nice chunk of venison from
which Balion had tracked and hunted the previous day. It seemed all his
efforts at hunting the beast were, after all, going to be worth while. /> Once he was satisfied the stew was finally finished, Balion retrieved
the book his granddad had told him to study while he was away. Sitting at
the table, book in one hand and spoon in the other, a glass of blueberry
aligned next to his food, and the evening sun cascading through the glass
window, it seemed a perfectly relaxing day.
Like a rabbit in the
woods, Balion lifted his head. There was a noise, only just detectable,
one that more likely than not would have gone unnoticed by anyone not so
used to the quite sounds of the life surrounding him.
It was
unmistakably the sound of feet treading the loose gravel outside the
cottage. Balion put his things on the table and pushed up, he was curious
as to who it could be. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had
made the out-of-the-way journey to his and his grandfathers home. Being
rather deep into the woods, the people of the village usually just waited
until either he or Julian went into town to speak with them. It was
usually his grandfather they wanted to see, who knew a many facts about
things both mundane and magical. The amount of sometimes random facts the
old man could effortlessly pull from the air was astonishing.
Through the window Balion caught a glimpse of wavy blonde hair, it was now
clear to him who it was, he couldn’t help the smile that crept over his
face.
Balion pulled open the door before the outstretched hand
could make contact, the person on the other side of the door looked a
little surprised at this, but Balion wasn’t sure. It seemed the other
had more focus on getting his breath, as he stood with both hands on his
knees and took deep breaths.
“Michal, do you know what the time
is? What you doing out here at this time, and why you so out of breath,
you haven’t been up to trouble again have you?”
Michal, the
village rouge, entrepreneur, and all round mischievous trouble maker,
looked up with a forced grin.
“l didn’t cause the trouble, l
swear!”
Balion shook his head in mock disapproval.
“Well,
you better come in, l suppose you have a good reason for making the
journey so close to nightfall?”
Michal nodded he did as he
gratefully collapsed int
Tokyo Rose
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Wednesday, 18th of August 2010 01:19:18 AM
Good so far. I might revise the structure of some of the Tokyo Rose sentences and maybe a few of the words. I really can not comment on the Registered User story itself because, obviously, I don't have enough information. If you Joined: Tuesday, 8th of June 2010, 05:43:19 want better reviews from community that is really into writing you should Posts: 986 check out fictionpress.com. Good job so far though, keep it up! Viewed 12426 times
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