Post by SlayerCommaThe on Jun 6, 2010 17:41:08 GMT -5
Hey guys!
So, I'm, like, really into writing and stuff, and I've been working on a "novel" (not quite yet a novel, but I am on the 12th chapter. Yay. lOl) called Equilibrium (thanks so much to BadPuppy for the name suggestion!).
It's about a high school girl who runs across a secret school hidden in the forests just outside of Seattle, and, after trespassing to see what was beyond the high, cobbled walls, gets enrolled. But the school's students arent exactly normal. Each is aspiring to become a full-fledged Witch, but to do so they must conquer 3 Levels (which would, I guess, be like "grades") that lead them to the final stage of becoming a Witch.
But Alicia Greene (who is soon-after nicknamed "Salem") finds herself having to restore the equilibrium of good (Order) and evil (Chaos), or face the wrath of evil's strengthening reign.
How can she do this? Especially considering she was just enrolled hours before given this duty and that she has acquired her powers against school rules with the help of one of her rivals, plus the fact that she finds herself with a shocking connection to the long-since-dead, once-was student of the Witch School, Bloody Mary (who is connected to Chaos)...
Here's the prologue I've had written for quite a while. If you like it I'll post the chapters that come after.
She didn’t know from what she was running.
The only thing she was focused on was pushing her legs fast enough to get to a safe area. She really wished she knew what was happening. All she recalled was waking up outside in the wet grass in the wee hours of the morning with a badass headache. What had happened last night? She remembered screaming…and blood. Not her blood though, despite the fact that her white blouse was drenched in the foul liquid.
It was bad enough that Sierra was running in the woods alone at what she guessed was no more than four o’clock in the morning, but she also had nothing but an oversized blouse on. She was barefoot, she had no clothing on her legs, and she swore she was dying. The temperature couldn’t be any more than freezing. Of course the falling snow said it was thirty-two degrees or lower.
Sierra tripped only once, but she regained her balance soon.
Her feet, stamping on the moist twigs and rocks, never bled or ached. It may have been because something paranormal was happening to her, or it may have been because she was so focused on running away from something she wasn’t even sure was real that she didn’t notice much else.
Tapping deep into her own memory, Sierra recalled blackness. That may have been because she was unconscious, but she was so sure this wasn’t her imagination. She distinctly remembered thinking to herself that she was going to die tonight if she didn’t run.
And then, suddenly, she came to an opening in the trees.
She was in a meadow. But it wasn’t vacant. It wasn’t like she saw in pictures or in magazines and whatnot; it was surely and quite obviously occupied. The medieval-looking castle seemed endlessly tall but also seemed to remain beneath the surrounding trees’ canopy. She could only make out a mere silhouette against the moon’s silver illumination.
Then she saw it again, the blackness, the deep and endless nothingness. It seemed to swallow her whole, eat her alive. She started to run again, rounding a corner of the very high walls surrounding the castle.
Somebody was there. She ran right into them but only she fell back and stumbled to get away once she saw the man’s glowing forehead. He was illuminated, but somehow he was illuminated by darkness. The black snaked outward from his body and morphed into a fiery red as it progressed.
He hissed something.
Suddenly he grabbed for her. He snagged her shirt with his inhumanly claws and held her in the moonlight to see her face. She couldn’t breathe. She thought she was going to pass out when he dropped her down on the frozen ground and stood over her. She opened her eyes one last time to catch a glimpse of his beastly face.
“Ga’f gallang e’,” he said.
After that, she felt her body being drug on the ground, knowing that she was bleeding, but also not feeling the slightest bit of pain.
Tell me what you think.
GaGa~Vampyr
So, I'm, like, really into writing and stuff, and I've been working on a "novel" (not quite yet a novel, but I am on the 12th chapter. Yay. lOl) called Equilibrium (thanks so much to BadPuppy for the name suggestion!).
It's about a high school girl who runs across a secret school hidden in the forests just outside of Seattle, and, after trespassing to see what was beyond the high, cobbled walls, gets enrolled. But the school's students arent exactly normal. Each is aspiring to become a full-fledged Witch, but to do so they must conquer 3 Levels (which would, I guess, be like "grades") that lead them to the final stage of becoming a Witch.
But Alicia Greene (who is soon-after nicknamed "Salem") finds herself having to restore the equilibrium of good (Order) and evil (Chaos), or face the wrath of evil's strengthening reign.
How can she do this? Especially considering she was just enrolled hours before given this duty and that she has acquired her powers against school rules with the help of one of her rivals, plus the fact that she finds herself with a shocking connection to the long-since-dead, once-was student of the Witch School, Bloody Mary (who is connected to Chaos)...
Here's the prologue I've had written for quite a while. If you like it I'll post the chapters that come after.
She didn’t know from what she was running.
The only thing she was focused on was pushing her legs fast enough to get to a safe area. She really wished she knew what was happening. All she recalled was waking up outside in the wet grass in the wee hours of the morning with a badass headache. What had happened last night? She remembered screaming…and blood. Not her blood though, despite the fact that her white blouse was drenched in the foul liquid.
It was bad enough that Sierra was running in the woods alone at what she guessed was no more than four o’clock in the morning, but she also had nothing but an oversized blouse on. She was barefoot, she had no clothing on her legs, and she swore she was dying. The temperature couldn’t be any more than freezing. Of course the falling snow said it was thirty-two degrees or lower.
Sierra tripped only once, but she regained her balance soon.
Her feet, stamping on the moist twigs and rocks, never bled or ached. It may have been because something paranormal was happening to her, or it may have been because she was so focused on running away from something she wasn’t even sure was real that she didn’t notice much else.
Tapping deep into her own memory, Sierra recalled blackness. That may have been because she was unconscious, but she was so sure this wasn’t her imagination. She distinctly remembered thinking to herself that she was going to die tonight if she didn’t run.
And then, suddenly, she came to an opening in the trees.
She was in a meadow. But it wasn’t vacant. It wasn’t like she saw in pictures or in magazines and whatnot; it was surely and quite obviously occupied. The medieval-looking castle seemed endlessly tall but also seemed to remain beneath the surrounding trees’ canopy. She could only make out a mere silhouette against the moon’s silver illumination.
Then she saw it again, the blackness, the deep and endless nothingness. It seemed to swallow her whole, eat her alive. She started to run again, rounding a corner of the very high walls surrounding the castle.
Somebody was there. She ran right into them but only she fell back and stumbled to get away once she saw the man’s glowing forehead. He was illuminated, but somehow he was illuminated by darkness. The black snaked outward from his body and morphed into a fiery red as it progressed.
He hissed something.
Suddenly he grabbed for her. He snagged her shirt with his inhumanly claws and held her in the moonlight to see her face. She couldn’t breathe. She thought she was going to pass out when he dropped her down on the frozen ground and stood over her. She opened her eyes one last time to catch a glimpse of his beastly face.
“Ga’f gallang e’,” he said.
After that, she felt her body being drug on the ground, knowing that she was bleeding, but also not feeling the slightest bit of pain.
Tell me what you think.
GaGa~Vampyr