Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Oh hey, by the way. What did you mean earlier when you said the word nasty was totally me???? Insulted!!! JK. :-D Yeah, you're right, I did sort of throw that scene out. I was rushed, althoguh I can't remeber why now.
By the way, in case you didn't notice, I changed the word to jagged.
I wish we could bring the kittens to school some time. They are soooo cute!!!
By the way, in case you didn't notice, I changed the word to jagged.
I wish we could bring the kittens to school some time. They are soooo cute!!!
What was the recital for? The graduation thing? Um... in case you didn't know Micah, I dropped out of the graduation.
About the word nasty. It does sound a little too... modern. Yeah, that's probably the right word for it :-D Perhaps grotesque would go better, but that word's a little too strong. I was just going for the "Ouch, that looks like it had to be painful" reaction. Revolting is too strong as well, not to mention deforming or repulsive. I'll search for a more fitting word :-) Well, gotta go. Writing class tommorow and I haven't finished the scene I wanted to turn in :-)
About the word nasty. It does sound a little too... modern. Yeah, that's probably the right word for it :-D Perhaps grotesque would go better, but that word's a little too strong. I was just going for the "Ouch, that looks like it had to be painful" reaction. Revolting is too strong as well, not to mention deforming or repulsive. I'll search for a more fitting word :-) Well, gotta go. Writing class tommorow and I haven't finished the scene I wanted to turn in :-)
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
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Hey everyone!
Yeah, I'm back from Mexico. Viva Mexico!!! lol
Anyway, yeah. I love your writing style, aLane. One thing that jumped at me though was "she saw a long, nasty scar", or something to that effect. NASTY really jumps at one, don't you think, for a narrarator to say?
Sorry about that. I know that that was probably just your thoughts pouring out onto the page, and then you posted it. And it is very much you.
Thanx for setting the scene for us, it'll help a lot in the flow of inspiration.
If you catch this before Tuesday night at seven, please note that there will be a recital over at UTPA. It starts at seven-thirty...(7:30)...in the Fine Arts Center. When you're standing at the front door(looking at it) of the auditorium, you'll see a building off to the LEFT. There is NO roof over the doors, unlike the other buildings. Got it? Great. Then you find the door furthest to the LEFT, and it'll be either that door, or the one next to it. Or the next one? Anyways, there should be a sign of some kind, and if you arrive in time, there'll be people there to help you out.
Sorry for going so long. It's just that I'm SO bad with understanding other people's directions that I wanted to make sure that you understood me.
Hope to see you there, though I'm pretty sure that I won't (having an exam tomorrow morning and all). lol
Yeah, I'm back from Mexico. Viva Mexico!!! lol
Anyway, yeah. I love your writing style, aLane. One thing that jumped at me though was "she saw a long, nasty scar", or something to that effect. NASTY really jumps at one, don't you think, for a narrarator to say?
Sorry about that. I know that that was probably just your thoughts pouring out onto the page, and then you posted it. And it is very much you.
Thanx for setting the scene for us, it'll help a lot in the flow of inspiration.
If you catch this before Tuesday night at seven, please note that there will be a recital over at UTPA. It starts at seven-thirty...(7:30)...in the Fine Arts Center. When you're standing at the front door(looking at it) of the auditorium, you'll see a building off to the LEFT. There is NO roof over the doors, unlike the other buildings. Got it? Great. Then you find the door furthest to the LEFT, and it'll be either that door, or the one next to it. Or the next one? Anyways, there should be a sign of some kind, and if you arrive in time, there'll be people there to help you out.
Sorry for going so long. It's just that I'm SO bad with understanding other people's directions that I wanted to make sure that you understood me.
Hope to see you there, though I'm pretty sure that I won't (having an exam tomorrow morning and all). lol
Friday, April 10, 2009
Clouds like thin, spidery nets hung across the moon in the night sky as if to steal its light away. The pathetic tree in the stable yard moaned each time a faint breeze stirred. Spiders and beetles slipped in through the floorboards to take shelter, as well as a few scavenging mice. The cat sat outside the door, yowling for admission, and the dogs barked at nothing out back. The night reeked of storm. Bad storm. Nilko could hear the wind picking up, its icy cold fingers prying at the boards of the tavern walls. His guests seemed oblivious; untouched by the outside world. But he, Nilko, could sense the gathering tension even as he bustled about behind the counter; filling mugs and catching bits of gossip here and there.
The door opened with a groan of protest and a shadowed figure, hazy in the smokey room, slipped inside. Nilko glanced up from the conversation he had just entered and watched as the hooded stranger strode across the room to hide in the shadow of the fire. The door, which his new customer had not closed properly, banged opened, admitting the chill wind and drizzling rain, as well as a sopping cat. With a grunt Nilko nodded to his neice, the serving girl,"Mel, go take care of the stranger. And close the door." Mel, her hair hanging about her face in wispy tendrils, wiped her hands on her apron with a sigh, the exhaustion clear in her eyes. Without a word of protest she headed first for the door, and then for the stranger's table, the wet cat under one arm. The stranger sat motionless, the fire's light dancing across his cloak and casting strange shadows on the hidden face beneath. The hilt of a dagger just showed at his belt. He wasn't the type they usually got in their small town tavern.
Mell's clear voice drifted across the room to Nilko's ears, "Sir, how may I help you this evening?"
The stranger lifted his head to answer and the light of the fire fell on his face, revealing a long, jagged scar that ran from his left ear to his chin. Nilko saw his neice flinch. He couldn't help but shudder himself. What weapon could have caused such a scar? Or what creature.
The door opened with a groan of protest and a shadowed figure, hazy in the smokey room, slipped inside. Nilko glanced up from the conversation he had just entered and watched as the hooded stranger strode across the room to hide in the shadow of the fire. The door, which his new customer had not closed properly, banged opened, admitting the chill wind and drizzling rain, as well as a sopping cat. With a grunt Nilko nodded to his neice, the serving girl,"Mel, go take care of the stranger. And close the door." Mel, her hair hanging about her face in wispy tendrils, wiped her hands on her apron with a sigh, the exhaustion clear in her eyes. Without a word of protest she headed first for the door, and then for the stranger's table, the wet cat under one arm. The stranger sat motionless, the fire's light dancing across his cloak and casting strange shadows on the hidden face beneath. The hilt of a dagger just showed at his belt. He wasn't the type they usually got in their small town tavern.
Mell's clear voice drifted across the room to Nilko's ears, "Sir, how may I help you this evening?"
The stranger lifted his head to answer and the light of the fire fell on his face, revealing a long, jagged scar that ran from his left ear to his chin. Nilko saw his neice flinch. He couldn't help but shudder himself. What weapon could have caused such a scar? Or what creature.
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