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Picture prompt one
30/3/15 taken from write world. (also, its not smut).
“This dress will have to be burned” she said, leering down at me her eyes glittering joyously. Time stood still as her perfect lips inched closer to my face. Her lips moved closer together, and I felt lukewarm spit splatter on my face. She stood, her white dress stained with blood and gore. She turned to her companion, all the while her sandal clad foot crushing my bleeding throat, forcing a wet gurgle past my cracked and bleeding lips. Uncaring she turned to her companion. “Charis from now on my dresses will be made only of the darkest blacks, and my laurel will be made of thorns.” the foot pressed tighter upon my neck forcing air out of my lungs. I felt my fear lodge itself in my throat, keeping my screams from escaping,and air from entering. “I mean after all, is one is the queen of death, one must dress like it.” “Queen of death?” Charis inquired. She just laughed, and moved the tip of her sandal to my watery eye. “Mortals are either very forgetful or extremely afraid. Either way, once Hades is taken care of, as his wife I will act in his stead.”
Sorry about how short it is, my computer is acting up, and i can’t figure out what to write next. I quite like it though, so I might flesh it out a bit later.
Riyas Diary pt 1-unfinished
Wow, I nearly forgot about this, but for the longest time, (about a month) this was my magnum opus. I had just finished reading the princess bride, and really loved how it was a story within a story. I also happened to have been reading something on Egypt at the time. Perhaps I just haven’t looked in the right places, but in all the libraries I’ve ever seen there is a surprising shortage of Egyptian type tales. Its too bad really, since Egypt is so fascinating…..Well time to start “seeing how much i’ve grown”. Loath as I am to do it…
1st day of the cold months. Today was the first day of Seriphs day. to the chorus of waling and the steady patter of rain, we kneeled in the black mud of Mt Akhaten bowed our heads in mourning, and prayed. Prayed for our pasts to be forgotten, and our futures to be clean. Prayed for the souls of the fallen, and for the war to be over soon. Hours passed in a blur, as the stars grew dimmer and the day lighter. Finally, as the sun rose, we were able to leave. Father was the first to rise, brushing sand off his robes. Then Fahid, cracking is bones and groaning contentedly. I, as nothing but a woman had to wait for my father and brother. Now we must isolate ourselves from all the outside world. It is an arduous task, one which I will never enjoy.
3rd day of the cold months The sand mounds shift and writhe in the wind like a serpent without a head. Fahid stares out the window listlessly, eyes darting around, watching sand fly outside, trying to make bets on which one will fly faster.
5th day of the cold months Finally our isolation period is over. Fahids mouth is already watering, no doubt thinking of the fried alligator lung, and the servant girls serving them. Father also invited several “interesting” guests tonight. Men. For me. I am Livid. I knew Father had been wanting to broach the subject of getting married with me, but inviting men to dinner! I could barely focus on eating, especially when one of those..those goons kept on trying to talk to me about the most benign topics! Almighty Rashid, I have been tutored by the finest men in all of the seven seas! I argued philosophy with platus and medicine with Ipcratico! Meanwhile the only thing those goons talked about with me were meal preparations, and how my “Sand colored skin and black eyes put even the most gorgeous desert to shame.” Gah, I hope these men get sent to the front soon. The night felt empty without the fire-bomb show, they used to be the center piece of all shephia festivals, though now with all our fire powder blowing up Altaryan footsoldiers.
6th day of the cold months Today seph Atal called on my father, his eyes weary and his normally round youthful face looking like a weathered rock. It serves him right, father should have been head of the war council! Instead that imbecile king Ehsan appointed seph Mat, who can barely play chess, let alone lead an army!
Trying to keep from showing everything in the first paragraph, though I don’t really like how it turned out. its just..lacking something. Also I really need to work on little cultural details.
My original first draft…circa 9th grade,
My father was the very wealthy,eccentric nobleman named Aziz.My father was also one of the few people who thought that girls shoud be educated,at his request I was to be educated with my brother,Shuraim.It was later discovered that i was vastly more inteligent than my bother so father had me educated by one of the greatest thinkers in this day Fadi(fadi was one of the greatest thinkers in Fahd although it was later found that he copied all his work from his brother and other thinkers)So while i was actually learning and becoming more cunning my brother was busy running around screaming and trying to read all the while complainig that the words scripts would jump around on the page.(it is thought Shuraim was dyslexic or adhd but we will never know for sure).As you well know the old king Ehsan gave the nobles power and wealth my father was often called upon by the king to join his council on all the important conflicts.my father and i still think that if he had been called upon to lead the Ghazi War then the war would of ended in victory(The Ghazi war was the war between fahd and its long time enemy Houd the battle was fought exclusevely on the Ghazi plains and was a complete loss and shame for Fahd with a Houdian general completely aniilating most of the Fahdian army.)
Eshan was a great king but after his death his son the imbecile king fatin decided to take all the nobles power away and make the king the only power.he also introduced heavy taxes on the rich as well as the Hafiz code (The Hafiz code was a code that said all nobles must share land with peasants for free as well as tried to get rid of the caste system the law was widely popular with peasants but was widely unpopular with the nobles and elite.the law was so unsuccessful and that it was repealed one year after its creation but the damage was done and now there was talk of assassinating the king and placing a puppet king especially in the Hassan household.)
My life was simple I would go to parties,give father advice and more importantly continue my studies, now at the age of 15 i was being taught on a scholars level (we can assume she means college or adult level)My favorite topic was math and history,My least favorite topic was art.I was also taught writing but that involved little writing and more talking about ghassan (plagiarism,ironic due to the fact her teacher is one of the most famous examples of plagiarism)I had only one dream, to obtain all the power in the world i wanted to be queen.the very mention of royalty excited me,the thought of having slaves and even commoners doing my bidding kept me up at night, i couldn’t wait wait untill the first assassination attempt one my life so my loyal guards could take the man out and then i could have anybody who had anything to do with the man killed even his family and children i would be a mortal god and legends of my power and cunning would travel the world for decades to come.(yikes! ironically she was never cared about by archaeologists as a more than a minor character in her brothers life,even her brother was never cared about that much.she has now become one of the most important people in history)Then my dreams were crushed all at once i knew that not even my cunning could make me queen
Wow, this was one of the first things I remember writing that I can still find. Sadly many earlier things were deleted, and even if they weren’t, I can find anything else from before 9th grade. This problem might be able to be amended, but seeing as that would involve going through the thousands of papers on my drive and giving them actual titles and not just hitting a keyboard. I can already tell that would be way more work than I would like, and if I can get another key lodged in my head, my brother owes me $50, So its not going to happen.
The Purpose of This Blog
Since before I could even read, I loved stories. Some of my most vivid memories were of dad telling me stories of his life on the farm, or grandma talking about distant relatives. I used to create lavish worlds and spend hours getting lost in them. Eventually reading became my salvation. I read anything I could get my hands on, regardless of how appropriate it was. I am the bookish girl who can drone on and on about “the Thirteenth Tale” and “Cut” I am the girl who sits, hunched in a corner, momentarily not caring about my depression, social anxiety, or homework. I am the girl who always has an extra book in her backpack, lest I be caught with nothing to read. I am the girl haggard, overworked librarians know not just by name, but by reading preferences. It was the Reading kept me sane through insanity, and company at my loneliest. At one of my darkest points, I fanatically carried “Artemis fowl: The Atlantis Complex” in my bag, because it was one of the few stories left that could make me smile. Of course, ever since I was a child I knew I wanted to be a writer. I know it might not happen, but the least I can do is try. As long as I can provide comfort to other wallflowers, kids in bad situations, and friendless new kids, and know that someday, long after I am gone, someone might read something of mine and be transported into an entirely new world, that’s as much as I can ask.
-Kacey
revise & write 