I have set upon myself a challenge. I am to write at least one piece, be it poem, short story, or something else, each day during this month. It's not only good practice, but also an excellent motive for participating in more contests on here. I got off to a good start yesterday, coming up with an April Fool's joke for the Daily Poem slot over at Elftown, along with a cheerful spring poem, and an acrostic poem which I already put up here - 135.Poetry.Lover
Today I'll have to see about creating something for Concerti.
I'm working on my Nanowrimo novel, slowly but surely. I'm at 2532 words, nearly a thousand behind the recommended count for this day - it would be good to get 1667 words/day, or 1666,66 if you want to be that precise - but I'm hopeful. This is beginning to be the longest text I've ever written, and my main character isn't even born yet. I just a moment ago whored more words by using Shakespeare's 18. sonnet, and I might insert another at some point. My story will also include, somehow, a trebuchet, and the words/expressi
This is going to be so much fun, even if I don't reach 50k.
Its veins shine through the pale, pale skin. They glow, illuminating it in iridescent splendour of hues, as if the halo of a celestial being. Even lying prone on the operation table, unmoving, clearly unconscious and barely breathing, it looked outlandish. Otherworldly. Ethereal. The tiny black wings protruding from its shoulder blades shiver lightly with each laborous inhale-exhale. Tangled hair the colour of autumn leaves cascades in wispy locks around its head, sticking to its face where its tears have dried. Long lashes brush the narrow cheeks that seem too skinny, the slightly parted, colourless lips are chapped.
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Bah. That's all there is to it. I know the writing sucks. :P
And I noticed the tense jumping back and forth. :P
But that's the basic idea of the character. It might be pregnant, I haven't decided yet.