Saturday, November 6, 2010
TAKE THE POLL!!
Hey guys choose which story we can progress on. Lyndon and his travels to find his future. or Moment a story of post apocalyptic story telling!!! Also Join the BlaauwCrowd to get the latest feed sent directly to you!!
Lyndon and the Sabor of Hope
Lyndon and the Sabor of Hope
Chapter 1: By chance
Perhaps by the old man’s intuition, Lyndon and his aged cohort Giles had made it out of the murky swamps of the northlands. With weary eyes Lyndon had glanced over the landscape to see a large valley that seemed to cradle Binbury, a small market town just outside of the Vail. His pack had seemed to grow heavier with every breath and he was soon overwhelmed with its gravity.
“How’d you know which way was out of that dreadful place?” He inquired while setting his large pack down. The moss below him seemed to sink in, furthermore soaking his already drenched boots.
“I keep trying to tell you old boy, it’s a matter of understanding what’s around you…….and in this case above you.” Giles exclaimed pointing upward at the stars as if to be pointing out the obvious. He was an antiquated man with a stern brow and a knack for the literary gold. “Besides sport…..your actin’ as if I didn’t know our whereabouts in the first place. Once we get to Binbury I’ll be countin’ on you to grab a few necessities while I have a chat with our friend….Thistle is it?” He rolled out a parchment from his pouch to confirm the name that was written under the lofty price stated at the top of the document. The boy and the man were partners in a bounty hunting effort based in their hometown of Chittenburg. Recently Chittenburg had been vandalized by a mischievous bunch, crops destroyed, pigs taken, and property stolen. The leader of the vandals was a scrawny lowlife Thistle von Blumeburg, who had recently been sighted in Binbury, and was soon after wanted for his crimes.
“You sure your going to take this one by yourself old man?” Lyndon glanced over his shoulder at Giles with a challenging smirk. Lyndon was never much impressed by Giles’ knowledge of the world, but in some respects did in fact envy the old man in secret. Lyndon was born in Chittenburg with his father who owned the local archive. Although he was surrounded by the books of all disciplines Lyndon never was a book worm and instead chose to make a living with his one talent of swordsmanship. His father may have disapproved of that but he died shortly after Lyndon’s 5th birthday, in an unexplained fire. It was then that his fathers good friend Giles took on the daunting task of raising Lyndon.
Chapter 1: By chance
Perhaps by the old man’s intuition, Lyndon and his aged cohort Giles had made it out of the murky swamps of the northlands. With weary eyes Lyndon had glanced over the landscape to see a large valley that seemed to cradle Binbury, a small market town just outside of the Vail. His pack had seemed to grow heavier with every breath and he was soon overwhelmed with its gravity.
“How’d you know which way was out of that dreadful place?” He inquired while setting his large pack down. The moss below him seemed to sink in, furthermore soaking his already drenched boots.
“I keep trying to tell you old boy, it’s a matter of understanding what’s around you…….and in this case above you.” Giles exclaimed pointing upward at the stars as if to be pointing out the obvious. He was an antiquated man with a stern brow and a knack for the literary gold. “Besides sport…..your actin’ as if I didn’t know our whereabouts in the first place. Once we get to Binbury I’ll be countin’ on you to grab a few necessities while I have a chat with our friend….Thistle is it?” He rolled out a parchment from his pouch to confirm the name that was written under the lofty price stated at the top of the document. The boy and the man were partners in a bounty hunting effort based in their hometown of Chittenburg. Recently Chittenburg had been vandalized by a mischievous bunch, crops destroyed, pigs taken, and property stolen. The leader of the vandals was a scrawny lowlife Thistle von Blumeburg, who had recently been sighted in Binbury, and was soon after wanted for his crimes.
“You sure your going to take this one by yourself old man?” Lyndon glanced over his shoulder at Giles with a challenging smirk. Lyndon was never much impressed by Giles’ knowledge of the world, but in some respects did in fact envy the old man in secret. Lyndon was born in Chittenburg with his father who owned the local archive. Although he was surrounded by the books of all disciplines Lyndon never was a book worm and instead chose to make a living with his one talent of swordsmanship. His father may have disapproved of that but he died shortly after Lyndon’s 5th birthday, in an unexplained fire. It was then that his fathers good friend Giles took on the daunting task of raising Lyndon.
Friday, November 5, 2010
First couple Pages of my book (PLEASE brainstorm with me)
Title of Book: Moment
Chapter 1 (draft): A Story
War heroes, adventure stories, and battle sagas were what Nadia loved most. Of course they were all told to her by her guider at night when all the light dimmed. The time when warmth would leave the land and the day’s travels came to an end, culminating in a warm rest by the fire. Today Nadia and her guider came across a large pool of water, so tonight by the fire they would soak their feet. Now, it was customary for an orphan to have a guider in these days. After all there were no orphanages, no schools, no parents in the world to buy a child. It was simply by chance that Nadia came to know her guider, the only person she ever knew. Every day her guider would lead her on travels in their vacant environment, telling stories along the way. They were never stories of mystical creatures or fantasy adventures, only memories of the past meant to pass on a truth.
Nadia dipped her foot cloths in the water over the fire and wrapped them tightly over her slender feet. She was quite capable of doing things on her own now that she was sixteen. Today would be her birthday, she was told. And that meant a good story would be in order. One she had never heard before. The fire crackled softly as Nadia let the warmth creep back into her body. The nights were getting colder as the years passed, and the days grew shorter. Corporal, as the guider was known, was a blind man, wise in many ways and a fantastic storyteller. His eyes, bound by a single red handkerchief, were never visible, and although he could not see Nadia always felt like she was the blind one. His face boasted a sharp jaw and a melancholy look.
Wrapping only one cloth of warm water around his neck Corporal began to slice the rations of food they had collected through out the day. A rodent of some sort killed by a stone earlier that day made for the main course, and water boiled over the fire to ease the meat down.
” What do you have planned for tonight Corp? A story of an epic charge over minefields, the story you told me last week about private Murdoc and his heroic actions in battle, or something new huh?” Nadia shrugged at Corporal with awaiting anxiety.
“I think tonight ill tell you a story of a man that thought he could save the world.” Corporal placed the rodent over the fire on a tripod of sticks. The glowing ashes of the fire rose into the sky to produce the only lights in the night sky. “ Did I ever tell you about stars Nadia?”
“No sir, what’s a star?” Nadia look up as Corporal pointed above his head following the glowing orbs.
“A star is a bright light in the night sky, high above the clouds that cover our sky. In those days the sky was clear and you could see high up, further than you can imagine and it was filled with glowing dots… Millions of them!” He smiled at the thought. It had been years since he had seen them, years since he had seen anything so beautiful. He jabbed at the fire with a stick to make the illusion of millions of stars rising into the night.
“Wow…. Hey Corp when I look up I see only grey. Almost like the smoke screens I imagined when you told me of those battles?” Nadia looked back down at the fire in disappointment. She always wondered how Corporal new all these things. How he seemed to have an entire world in his head that didn’t exist. A world much different from the world she saw. Her world was a barren wasteland, devoid of all colors but grey and black. Mountains of rubble from some unknown structure, none of it was natural, which is of course natural as Corporal told her.
“Yea…smoke screens from the battles. Think of it like a smoke screen. Past those smoke screens is a universe so immense and beautiful that some people would devote their lives wondering what it meant. Wondering what those stars were made of and why they are there.” He turned the meal on it’s side so as to not burn it.
Nadia was playing with her hair. It was almost long enough to braid again. Nadia always knew what she looked like wasn’t an issue, but it made her feel good that she could do something with her hair. Self-conscious most of the time she always wondered about her full image. Last week they had found a shiny plate that was reflective enough to see just the shape of her body. That was exciting because of course Corporal couldn’t tell her what she looked like.
“Do you think I will ever see stars Corp? I mean do you think those smoke screens up there will ever go away?” Nadia asked softly, waiting for a good answer.
“I don’t know Nadia… your name… it means hope. So keep your chin up and maybe someday…” Corporal laughed quickly “… actually some night I guess.”
Chapter 1 (draft): A Story
War heroes, adventure stories, and battle sagas were what Nadia loved most. Of course they were all told to her by her guider at night when all the light dimmed. The time when warmth would leave the land and the day’s travels came to an end, culminating in a warm rest by the fire. Today Nadia and her guider came across a large pool of water, so tonight by the fire they would soak their feet. Now, it was customary for an orphan to have a guider in these days. After all there were no orphanages, no schools, no parents in the world to buy a child. It was simply by chance that Nadia came to know her guider, the only person she ever knew. Every day her guider would lead her on travels in their vacant environment, telling stories along the way. They were never stories of mystical creatures or fantasy adventures, only memories of the past meant to pass on a truth.
Nadia dipped her foot cloths in the water over the fire and wrapped them tightly over her slender feet. She was quite capable of doing things on her own now that she was sixteen. Today would be her birthday, she was told. And that meant a good story would be in order. One she had never heard before. The fire crackled softly as Nadia let the warmth creep back into her body. The nights were getting colder as the years passed, and the days grew shorter. Corporal, as the guider was known, was a blind man, wise in many ways and a fantastic storyteller. His eyes, bound by a single red handkerchief, were never visible, and although he could not see Nadia always felt like she was the blind one. His face boasted a sharp jaw and a melancholy look.
Wrapping only one cloth of warm water around his neck Corporal began to slice the rations of food they had collected through out the day. A rodent of some sort killed by a stone earlier that day made for the main course, and water boiled over the fire to ease the meat down.
” What do you have planned for tonight Corp? A story of an epic charge over minefields, the story you told me last week about private Murdoc and his heroic actions in battle, or something new huh?” Nadia shrugged at Corporal with awaiting anxiety.
“I think tonight ill tell you a story of a man that thought he could save the world.” Corporal placed the rodent over the fire on a tripod of sticks. The glowing ashes of the fire rose into the sky to produce the only lights in the night sky. “ Did I ever tell you about stars Nadia?”
“No sir, what’s a star?” Nadia look up as Corporal pointed above his head following the glowing orbs.
“A star is a bright light in the night sky, high above the clouds that cover our sky. In those days the sky was clear and you could see high up, further than you can imagine and it was filled with glowing dots… Millions of them!” He smiled at the thought. It had been years since he had seen them, years since he had seen anything so beautiful. He jabbed at the fire with a stick to make the illusion of millions of stars rising into the night.
“Wow…. Hey Corp when I look up I see only grey. Almost like the smoke screens I imagined when you told me of those battles?” Nadia looked back down at the fire in disappointment. She always wondered how Corporal new all these things. How he seemed to have an entire world in his head that didn’t exist. A world much different from the world she saw. Her world was a barren wasteland, devoid of all colors but grey and black. Mountains of rubble from some unknown structure, none of it was natural, which is of course natural as Corporal told her.
“Yea…smoke screens from the battles. Think of it like a smoke screen. Past those smoke screens is a universe so immense and beautiful that some people would devote their lives wondering what it meant. Wondering what those stars were made of and why they are there.” He turned the meal on it’s side so as to not burn it.
Nadia was playing with her hair. It was almost long enough to braid again. Nadia always knew what she looked like wasn’t an issue, but it made her feel good that she could do something with her hair. Self-conscious most of the time she always wondered about her full image. Last week they had found a shiny plate that was reflective enough to see just the shape of her body. That was exciting because of course Corporal couldn’t tell her what she looked like.
“Do you think I will ever see stars Corp? I mean do you think those smoke screens up there will ever go away?” Nadia asked softly, waiting for a good answer.
“I don’t know Nadia… your name… it means hope. So keep your chin up and maybe someday…” Corporal laughed quickly “… actually some night I guess.”
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