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Seven Sentence Sunday
Thanks for tagging me, @illarian-rambling , even though I have barely anyone to tag. This is the first time I've been tagged on Tumblr. Hope I did this right.
Rules: Post seven sentences of what you've been working on (:
The forest is alight with life, the rustling of leaves, and chatter of animals. The trees sway in a soft breeze, creaking and groaning as some limbs are stressed by the weight of leaves and wavering in the wind. Within a small clearing, a young girl sits, her eyes closed as her silver hair sways in the breeze. Her head is tilted down, her lightly tanned skin glowing where beams of sunlight hit her skin. At her side is a sheathed sword, her left hand resting on the sheath. She takes a breath, raising her head.
"Elders of the Clan, I make a request!"
This is a new story. That is all the context I will give. Honestly, I have no idea how to do these things. So I'm not even going to tag anyone because I am an uncertain bean.
(Do not take this as a "I did not want to do this." I would love to do these things in my tiny little corner here. I just won't tag anyone.)
(This is potentially a serious story. Potentially.)
Seven Sentence Sunday
Thanks for tagging me, @illarian-rambling , even though I have barely anyone to tag. This is the first time I've been tagged on Tumblr. Hope I did this right.
Rules: Post seven sentences of what you've been working on (:
The forest is alight with life, the rustling of leaves, and chatter of animals. The trees sway in a soft breeze, creaking and groaning as some limbs are stressed by the weight of leaves and wavering in the wind. Within a small clearing, a young girl sits, her eyes closed as her silver hair sways in the breeze. Her head is tilted down, her lightly tanned skin glowing where beams of sunlight hit her skin. At her side is a sheathed sword, her left hand resting on the sheath. She takes a breath, raising her head.
"Elders of the Clan, I make a request!"
This is a new story. That is all the context I will give. Honestly, I have no idea how to do these things. So I'm not even going to tag anyone because I am an uncertain bean.
(Do not take this as a "I did not want to do this." I would love to do these things in my tiny little corner here. I just won't tag anyone.)
(This is potentially a serious story. Potentially.)
Who would enjoy reading a potentially crappy poem that would absolutely be a spoiler to my original story? Or, at the very least, who would want to read a poem that my classmates have told me is too narrative? Because I have written a poem that has so many interpretations even without knowing the story behind the poem's background and it is beautiful.
For those who want to know the context, I've written a blurb below.
For context, this is right after the protagonist's power develops, and she unalives her father on her sixteenth birthday. This reaction scene hasn't been written in any capacity. I just imagined how she would react to it and... boom, peom.
My current story is being rewritten for the... I have no idea what number it is. My favorite part of writing this story is when the main character is just pronouns. Her original version took many, many paragraphs to get her name in. I have personal symbolism for doing this, and I can explain this later if anyone is curious.
For example, if I rewrite this story how it currently is, it takes two whole chapters to get her name. If it were up to me, she'd never be named. She'd just exist as pronouns. This would be intentionally done. Not because she doesn't have a name, but because that is how her narration is.
Soldier, Poet, King
Currently as I type this, about to end in less than a minute so it is truly the last song I listened to as I write this.
If I ask nicely who will rb this telling me what is the last song u listened to 🥺
I know her skin looks tan, but that's mostly because I hate trying to make skin color accurate.
Also, I made these years ago. The sitting pose was stolen, I think? Obviously, her design has changed slightly, but the overall look is there. One is cropped to hide her name because I can.
My main oc has me bsing my way through blacksmithing...
Anyway, she is a lovely, tall young woman who finds a passion in being aggressively protective of things, like her family or a village/community. Her narration reveals that she sees herself as disposable, which is also why I make a certain narration choice with her that becomes quite apparent initially. As her view of herself shifts from negative to positive, she starts seeing herself as a main character, which shows in the narration style.
She has a power she despises despite using it when she needs to--on animals, not people. She got traumatized the one time that happened. She covers her eyes due to her power, although she can still see. It's just that a thin cloth prevents her power from harming others. Anyway, her senses are extremely enhanced because of her power, leading to her narration mentioning her hearing sounds and such more often than not.
She got used by her birth world, which led to her fleeing and living in the woods for a year (which, in her world, is equivalent to two of our years). After which, she is brought to her chosen world. She's my little baby.
She lived in a superpowered world. Heroes and villains existed, and she became a vigilante due to not aspiring to be a hero from her early years and rules prohibited her from becoming a traditional hero because of that. She portrayed her power as the ability to predict the future, and the other vigilantes spread the rumor of her power being foresight. Thus, she got used by other vigilantes testing her power and using her to take down more villains.
As for her looks, she has jet black hair and pale skin, and her eyes were blue before her power developed but turned gold after. Her hair is wavy, but curls at the end! Like her hair is *trying* to be curly, but a majority just says no. It's loose curls. I also imagine her to have very faint freckles, but they don't show up easily despite how much she's in the sun. Like she can't tan to save her life. Below is a drawing I've done of her! The pose was stolen, I admit that, but her design has been with me for years. Well, not her eye color. I have no drawings of her eyes. Don't want to pass away from her staring me to death.
My main oc has me bsing my way through blacksmithing...
Anyway, she is a lovely, tall young woman who finds a passion in being aggressively protective of things, like her family or a village/community. Her narration reveals that she sees herself as disposable, which is also why I make a certain narration choice with her that becomes quite apparent initially. As her view of herself shifts from negative to positive, she starts seeing herself as a main character, which shows in the narration style.
She has a power she despises despite using it when she needs to--on animals, not people. She got traumatized the one time that happened. She covers her eyes due to her power, although she can still see. It's just that a thin cloth prevents her power from harming others. Anyway, her senses are extremely enhanced because of her power, leading to her narration mentioning her hearing sounds and such more often than not.
She got used by her birth world, which led to her fleeing and living in the woods for a year (which, in her world, is equivalent to two of our years). After which, she is brought to her chosen world. She's my little baby.
Reblog if you're a writer who re-reads their own work for funsies.
My main oc has me bsing my way through blacksmithing...
Anyway, she is a lovely, tall young woman who finds a passion in being aggressively protective of things, like her family or a village/community. Her narration reveals that she sees herself as disposable, which is also why I make a certain narration choice with her that becomes quite apparent initially. As her view of herself shifts from negative to positive, she starts seeing herself as a main character, which shows in the narration style.
She has a power she despises despite using it when she needs to--on animals, not people. She got traumatized the one time that happened. She covers her eyes due to her power, although she can still see. It's just that a thin cloth prevents her power from harming others. Anyway, her senses are extremely enhanced because of her power, leading to her narration mentioning her hearing sounds and such more often than not.
She got used by her birth world, which led to her fleeing and living in the woods for a year (which, in her world, is equivalent to two of our years). After which, she is brought to her chosen world. She's my little baby.
I love writing one story, going to another story--which is inevitably in the middle of a scene with an entirely different vibe--and bouncing between the two like a ping pong ball until my brain settles on a third, completely unrelated story.
The quiet female blinks. Did these two draw the short straws of their respective species? She was a writer in life. Ideas are already running through her head as she sits down. One sheet of paper... a space limit. Guess she has to write in tiny font. A pen... her words would be illegible to everyone but her.
Fine with her.
She cracks her knuckles, preparing for a session of writing nonstop. She wants to write at least ten thousand words. She's going to the underworld nonetheless. Might as well punish the two who have to preside over this.
She puts the pen to paper and stares... How does she word this? Pen is permanent and she can't erase it if she makes a mistake. She looses a sigh. If this is the last thing she writes, she might as well allow mistakes. These guys aren't her editors.
She starts writing, squinting in an attempt to read as she writes. No luck... it's too small and sloppy to read. She feels bad for her college professors now, trying to decipher anything she chose to write in the margins of any tests taken on paper. A few managed to read her notes to them, a few got mad, one nodded at her the next day with a grim expression, and one quit.
She takes no blame for that last one, but it is suspicious that it happened after he gave her a note she never bothered to read.
She eventually finishes, the page blue from ink, with no spaces between lines or words. It's a wonder anyone could read it. A majority of it was her apologizing to her original characters whose stories will never be finished, a good portion was her reciting the prologue and first chapter of her favorite original story that became a published book, and a small portion was her writing out how she'd torture anyone who deemed her worthy of going to heaven, just to ensure she wouldn't. God did nothing for her in life, he'd do nothing for her in death.
When she finally turned the paper in, the angel attempted to read what she'd written, but he only seemed more and more confused and concerned when he couldn't see any words, just a sea of blue. The Demon barely glanced at the paper, looking exhausted.
"Are... are you okay...? Where are the words...? How are the words gone...? You were writing for FOUR DAYS!" The angel ruffles his blond hair, his skin even paler than his fluffed white wings.
"Who cares? That last tenth is perfect for the underworld! So many torture ideas, so many details!" The Demon laughs, pure red eyes full of glee. "We're getting this one, Arn!"
"But... But she's so innocent! Look at her!" The angel gestures to the female, drawing attention to her. She can see why he said that. Her brown hair, although half-shaved, is braided out of her face neatly, her skin is unscared aside from old scars from the usual trips and falls granted by being clumsy as a child, her blue eyes framed by simple black glasses, and she's wearing clothes that covered as much skin as possible, including a hoodie with sleeves stained by ink. If they knew how she lived, they'd see someone who, aside from a firm disbelief in God, was completely innocent. She never broke laws, never stole anything, and was well loved. If you ignored her books, which were often full of death and torture, she never thought of crimes.
The Demon cackles as she smiles, uneven teeth revealed in the expression, just before she recites-
"Astra's power kills those she looks at and she killed her father when she was-"
It was the main character of her longest book series, Astra's, backstory. The angel looked more and more concerned when the recitation took almost a day as she went over Astra's appearance, power, skills, personality, story progression, and relationships in detail despite making those things back in High School.
The angel was white as a sheet when he left to allow the Demon to take her to the Underworld.
Lovely.
You just died. Upon entering the door to afterlife, an angel and a demon welcomes you. In front of you is a pen and a blank sheet of paper. Their only instruction was “write”.
Humanity is falling... Falling...
Fallen.
Invaded, perhaps, but this isn't the cause. Aliens and monsters came years later, decades after the last normal human breathed their last sigh. Yes, normalcy... a concept many created, just like the concept of equality.
You see, I am the last human. I am eternal. Not by choice, of course, but curses are interesting. To never die until you find love... but to never feel until your final moments... two separate curses that clash entirely. This clash brought upon me my immortality.
I have long forgotten my name, my age, my family... and I have long ceased to feel. Emotions... feelings... all concepts pointless to hold on to. Aliens speak a language foreign to me, and monsters can not pierce my immortality. A shame... I don't keep a standard journal, as paper was lost decades ago, along with humanity. My humanity was gone before that.
What is there to do, you may wonder... Nothing. Drawing, perhaps, but there's nothing to draw on now. Trees have overtaken buildings, and they regenerate damage. A sad truth, you may note. The Earth grew stronger when humans fell. Back in 2023... after the pandemic... it was brought up, Global Warming, but not a focus.
Humans would be around if they weren't so greedy.
- Selene Power, Accursed, 3059