So. It's been a little bit since I've updated here. I've - sadly - started yet ANOTHER book. Yes, I know I'm silly. At least I don't think I'll ever run out of stories/novels to write. :P
Here's the preface to my latest one. :)
It was late in the night, when a red-haired lady hurried along. She checked the alleyway before she entered it. It was vital that it was deserted. Certain it was clear; she ducked into it, jogging silently. The moon was nowhere to be seen, but the stars shone brighter than ever. “Mummy, why are we running?” A small voice asked.
She looked down at the small girl; her daughter, and smiled reassuringly, “It’s alright, sweetheart. Everything’s fine, just keep quiet,” Though she knew this wasn’t true.
The little girl with big, bright blue eyes seemed to know this too, because she replied with, “Mummy, please don’t lie.”
The lady sighed, “We’re running from the bad men, sweetie.”
“The bad men who killed Daddy?” The little girl asked so solemnly, her heart expanded with love for her four-year old child.
But knowing what was ahead, she kept her emotions in check, and nodded, “Yes darling, the bad men who killed Daddy.”
“Where are we going?” The blue-eyed girl asked; her eyes wide.
“To a safe place,” She told her daughter.
“Will you be staying too?”
“I don’t know, darling,” She replied.
“You won’t be staying,” Her daughter informed her, knowingly.
She sighed, “We’ll see.”
The little girl nodded, as if to acknowledge that her mother didn’t want to talk about it. “Quiet?” She asked, though the little girl already knew the answer.
She nodded at her daughter and picked her up. Her daughter was so smart for her age; she knew things she wasn’t supposed to, could hear things from a distance not many could, could see birds flying when they were so far away you had to fly to see them. She could do so much more, too. She hated leaving her daughter with others, but she knew it was for the best. She didn’t want her daughter to go through what she was about to endure. She wanted her daughter as far away as possible from all of it.
Eventually, they arrived to the place she had aimed for. It was almost light now, and her little daughter was beginning to nod off on her shoulder. An elderly woman opened the door, and beckoned for her to enter. She knew why she was here. Of course she did.
“I take it you’ll be on your way soon, then,” The elderly woman said.
She nodded, “I will.”
“I ask you to sit down and refresh yourself before you do,” The lady replied, gently.
She nodded, accepting this request. She was tired, and she knew that if she didn’t rest, she wouldn’t be at her full strength…and that was something she needed to have. Her strength. Gesturing to her sleeping girl, with her tiny head rested on her shoulder, she said softly, “Somewhere to sleep?”
The elderly lady nodded, and gestured for her to follow as she turned around and started walking down a hall. She followed, holding her little girl in her arms. Entering a small room, the elderly lady said to her, “This was my own daughter’s room, before she grew up and married.”
She walked over to the soft bed, took her tiny shoes off, drew back the covers and laid the sleeping little girl in the bed, pulling the covers back over her and tucking her in.
She stayed for awhile in the elderly lady’s house; longer than she should have. Finally getting up, she headed back into the room where her daughter slept; one last time.
Her porcelain face was as white as snow as she slept, and peaceful. Taking off her most prized possession, she sat it on the table next to her sleeping daughter, then kissed her on the forehead, and whispered goodbye.
She gave her thanks to the lady, and left that warm sanctuary… and towards her fate.
What do you think?
Yeah... I always get confused about where to use semicolons too. :P
Heh thanks Fate, VC, and Beth!! Thank you for all of your input. It's helping a LOT. :D
And Fate, you're right. I was having trouble writing the distinction between them, because I didn't want to go into detail about the people, and I didn't want to give out names. Plus normally I write first person, like the rest of the novel will be. So yes, it's hard and out of my comfort zone. :P
Got anything new to post?
I just wrote a poem-thingy. It's quite personal to me, but I thought I'd share it. :)
They say it takes time;
Time is the only cure.
I believe this is true.
What they don’t tell you,
Is just how painful it is until then,
And how slow those days go.
They say losing a friend is hard.
I believe this is an understatement.
They say rejection is hard.
This, also, is an understatement.
Every minute is agony,
Every hour the death of me.
I wonder how I’ll survive.
Miraculously, though, I do.
So no matter how painful it is,
I know I’ll survive...
That I’ll have the strength to go on.
So I believe I am strong.
I’m not invincible, but I’m still strong.
Everything happens for a reason.
I’ll learn, I’ll be patient, I’ll live on,
Because I am stronger than
All of the misery and pain in the world.
Because I imagine myself as a fighter...
OH im almost crying :"( thats so good, its amazing ;D
I love the power behind the words in this one. I agree with Beth, that the last two lines really bring it all together. Great work, as usual. :-"
Awww, GOLLYGOSH. :-} *blushes* You guys....haha. You guys are so sweet. :)
Wel... FL your writing is always excellent. :)
Hehe thanks VC.
Um, so...I seem to have a problem.....I KEEP STARTING BOOKS!! ~:| It's terrifying. ... *shrugs* At least it'll keep me busy...
Anyway. Here is ANOTHER preface. This particular one is in poem form. I might also put up some more of my poems too.
More than human,
Not quite inhuman,
Truth be known,
Time to learn,
Time to grow.
Courageous and strong,
Caring and loving,
Hidden wings come out,
Passion of fire,
Eyes of water,
Care of air,
Heart of earth.
She is the saviour,
She is ultimate.
A Place I’ll Always Belong
Soft beneath my body.
Cool on my skin.
It’s warmth radiating.
Calm and peaceful.
Towering over me.
The only sounds,
Nature and its many songs.
As I sit,
In this scene of beauty,
I am at peace.
For I know,
That I am in a place,
Where I’ll always belong.
Um... yeah. Lemme know what you think, alrighty?
TALLY HO! *salutes*
I really like your idea for a poem preface, and i think it worked great! I love the way you capture emotions with your metaphors (i think that's what you call them |:|) Keep going with all your stories, stop torturing me!!!
I think you other poem . . . well . . . it made me feel SOOO peaceful! It is amazing how a poem can do that to you. So, if you haven't guessed, it was AWESOME! Keep it up!
I think Beth has covered all of the points. :) Your poem was awesome as usual and I was imagined the beach scene when I read that. The poem preface was also great and it was something different from lots of other prefaces but I really enjoyed it. Keep up the good work. :)
Thanks Beth and VC, so much. :D *grins*
Oh, thank you SO much, Deb. I had been quietly pondering that, but had come up with nothing better. Soul of air makes so, so much more sense! *glomps*
I really relate to the poems Strength and A Place I'll Always Belong. Very well done.
The book preface is also really cool; I usually like to read books about that type of character!
I like your poem, FL, but it left me with a few questions ... mostly why? You've put together some readily recognisable sensations, the breeze, the sand etc, but why will you always belong there? I looked back through and I couldn't make the connection.
The poem is about sensations you are feeling, but I think you could really extend your description. How is the wind being on your skin making you feel like this place is home? Is it familiar, does it draw memories
(The sun could be warm like a hearth, the sand soft like a blanket, the wind like your mother's cool hand) - really draw the imagery back to feeling of being at home, if that is going to be the final image you leave us with
Sorry if I am deconstructing too much - I tend to rip take things apart to see how they work. It is a good poem, and possibly my suggestions would make it too weighty, so disregard my waffling as you see fit. I am really just a cantankerous reader - and if you tell me something feels like something - I'm going to say SHOW ME!
Thanks Nef. I'll work on an answer for you - I hope. :P
Sorry I haven't updated this in so long, I've been so busy with moving, and things like that. I'm pretty sure I have one or two prefaces for y'all. :) OH AND A BLURB! Yes, I haven't updated this in AGES. I've finished 'I Am Jessica Parker - Spies and Dreams' Which is number two, guys!! :)
This is the blurb I created for Jessica Parker 2.
“…I trained and worked for the moment I would meet that girl who was keeping me alive, the girl who was so precious to the world…the girl who is sitting in front of me now.”
Jessica Parker is the Power Absorber, and more powerful than any Gifted.
Her aim: Survive, win, protect.
This year, Jessica’s life becomes even more dangerous, and her powers grow stronger. She is always at risk, always in danger. Good thing she’s badass.
But what if the thing she refuses to do, will result in something even worse?
What if she could lose everything?
On top of everything else, she keeps getting visits from a deceased loved one, and doesn’t know why.
Oh, and did I mention Cyprianus hasn’t given up? He’ll stop at nothing to have her, but just how far is that?
Anything’s possible when you’re Jessica Parker.
Like it? :)
Here's a preface to one of my most recent books I've started.
She was in the hospital. She poked her head around the corner, and saw the coast was clear. She quickly and silently slipped into a room where two parents sat around the edge of a bed. She knew that the parents were grieving over their soon-to-be-dead ten-year-old son. Two other children sat asleep on chairs in the corner. She sighed sadly, and made herself known. They looked up, tear-streaked. She asked them to take her baby child. To care for her child as if it was their own. She told them she was dying and could not care for herself let alone her own child, and that she had no one to care for her child. She begged the parents. She got down on her knees and pleaded. They finally agreed, and she quickly signed forms making it officially their child. They asked her of the child’s name, but she did not have one. They promised to name the baby. She handed the child to them, and left, trying to stay strong. She had nothing left for her now. Her man was gone, dead. Her family was dead. Her child was safe, however, and she was glad of it. No one knew of her child but those parents.
She left the hospital, and waited for the horrible monsters to kill her.
The last thing she remembered before embracing darkness forever, was the sight of her beautiful newborn child.
Thoughts? Comments? :)
And then, I think I only have one more preface for you guys. This one is of a story I've started that will be much different to what I normally write. As you all know, I normally write stories where there's fantasy, and supernatural, action, and things like that. Well, this will be different than others because there'll be nothing supernatural or fantasy in it. It'll be interesting to see how I fare with writing this, as last time I tried a non-fantasy novel, I lost interest. It's pushing me more out of my comfort zone, and I'm pushing myself to not stop, so it'll be very interesting to see what happens, where I lead the story, and if I finish it! Fingers crossed that I stick by it, hey! :)
I have a story to tell.
I have many stories, but I want this one to be heard. It deserves it.
You’ll see why.
It all started on that fateful day at kindergarten, where I met Anna Fen.
She’s my best friend.
We preferred calling each other sisters.
I won’t spare you all the details of our childhood.
I’ll get straight to the start of this story.
Let me know what you think? :) Thanks guys. :)
Excited to hear what happens in Jessica Parker 2! The first preface set the story up well, giving away just the right amount to get me interested. The second one also works by being short and to the point. They're all very good! :D
Agree that it can be hard straying from a usual genre of writing, but hope you go well with this one. :)