Sunday, June 5, 2011

Writing Dump~

Yep.  Told you I'd dump all of this on you sooner or later... so here it is.

I guess we'll just go in chronological order, since that's the easiest way to go.  :]

First of all, I've rewritten the prologue to Islander (yes, AGAIN) and I've put it on the page.  One day I'll be done with this book, guys, and it'll be AWESOME.  I know it. :P

I've added a link on the side to a short story I wrote for my writing class.  It's called Best Friends Forever.  It's a real life story, which aren't often my favorites, but it's loosely based (and rather warpedly (that's a word now, guys)) on circumstances and memories of my own life and other friendships I've observed.  But my best friend and I weren't like that--  She's really wonderful as opposed to the fake wonderful that was Lacey and I'm not quite so needy or OCD as Meridith.  We get along rather nicely, I think. ^_~

(I also added a page for Darkness because it seemed rather out of place stuck at the beginning of that other page.  But it's about two years old now, as most of you know.)

I also wrote two dialouges between two of my characters, Laura and her cousin Ernest.  They're fairly new, so I can't tell you much about them...  They're both in thier twenties, I know, and Laura has dyed her hair green for practically no reason.  Her cousin is originally from a European country (possilby Germany?  But I don't know) and they live together in a little range that Laura calls the dandelion house.  Laura's a little crazy, but most of her craziness stems from her desire to make others think and impact them for the better.  Ernest is a little more normal, but he has his moments.
Laura is green, Ernest's is that or-ish, goldenrod color (and meaningless neighbors are blue).  Blank lines and line breaks denote pauses in dialogue or action.
Sorry if the rules just spoiled it for you. :P  Enjoy.

Clocking out,

Laura and Ernest in the rain

“Come outside!”
“Why?  But it’s raining.”
“Close your eyes.  Do you feel it against your face?”
“It’s kind of cold.”
“No, get past that. 
It’s refreshing. 
It’s renewing.
 Feel it.”

“It feels …”

“Isn’t it enchanting?  It’s like the world is reminding you it knows you exist.”
“I—yeah.  It is, kind of.”

*pitter-pat pitter-pat*

What are you doing?”
“Come on!”
“If you dance in the street you’re going to get hit by a car!”
“No—we’ll hear them before they come.

Are you coming?”
“I guess…”

“Mom?  What are they doing out there?”
“It looks like they’re dancing in the rain, sweetheart.”
“Why, mom?”
“I don’t know, honey.”
“But they’ll get all wet.”
“Yes, they will.”
“Don’t they know that we’re all watching?”

“You know they’re watching us.”
“All of our neighbors.

“What neighbors?”
“They’re watching from their windows.  They’re watching us dance in the rain.”


“Good.  Seldom do people really appreciate things like rain, or heat, or flowers.  Revel in them.  You’re teaching them. 
They might figure it out then.”

“And I thought we were just dancing in the rain.”
“You’re never just dancing in the rain.”

Laura and Ernest at breakfast
“Once upon a time…”
“What are you doing?”
“…there was a princess who lived in a faraway kingdom.”
“Are you really telling a story in the middle of breakfast?”
“This princess smiled all of the time, no matter what.”
“Why can’t we be normal adults and have a normal breakfast for once?”
“This princess smiled when it rained.”
“Yesterday you were listening to Hamlet on my iPod dock as loud as it goes”
“She smiled when it was sunny.”
“and today you’re telling a fairy tale.  I really don’t get you.”
“The people of her kingdom were happy people as well.”
“If mama’s happy, everybody’s happy.

Okay, okay, I’ll stop.  Keep going.”
“They all dearly loved the princess, and everything was going smoothly.  But one day, a nearby ruler visited.  He was very polite and kind to the royal family, but his servants were base, vile, and covered by the ruler’s protection.”
“So they could basically do whatever they wanted because they belonged to the king.”
“They started to spread rumors about the princess, saying that there was something wrong with her.  Saying that she was doing bad things.”
“So, saying she’s demented or on magic pills or something?”
“Essentially, yes.  The people started hearing these rumors.  They didn’t know from whence they came, but they started to accept the lies.
After the ruler’s visit was a distant memory, the rumors were still going strong.  The king didn’t tell the princess of the rumors, because he was afraid that they would hurt her.  But slowly, as everyone in his kingdom accepted them as truth, the king began to believe them too.”
 “Even the king?”
“The royal council convened to discuss the princess.  They weren’t sure what to do with her, and even more atrocious lies arose, slandering the princess beyond belief.
But the council couldn’t decide what to do with her.  They were all too afraid to punish her, for she was the king’s daughter, and terribly kind.  Just then, a renowned young scholar was passing through the kingdom.  He was brought forth and the council entreated him to assist them after explaining the situation.  He accepted, and went to see the princess the next day.”
“Young—like the princess’s age?  He’ll meet her, and they’ll fall in love and he’ll quit her of her accusations, right?”
“The young scholar was indeed enchanted with the princess, with her kind, considerate ways and her dazzling smile.  But the lies he had heard from the council were firmly entrenched in his brain.  He tried in vain to find something wrong with the princess, but he could not.
In spite of their meeting, then, he came back to the council and agreed.  She must be stopped.”
“What?  He has no evidence and he still says that?”
“And so, that night, the princess was bound and sent to the dungeon.  They told her of the accusations, and her heart broke with sadness.  She wept all night, as the council decided her fate.  She would hang for her sins.
In the morning, when the people gathered before the gallows, the princess no longer smiled.  She wept, and the tears soaked the ground beneath her feet.
The king and his people were impassive as the executioner pulled the lever.”

“That’s the end?”
“Don’t start eating again!  Give me something to work with here!  Does it have a moral, or something?  There’s got to be some justification.  What happened to the scholar?  Did they find out that there was nothing wrong with her?”
“Then why did you tell it, for Pete’s sake?!”
“I was just testing your sense of human justice.”


“It works.”

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