I wasn't sure whether or not I should stick this here or in the Writing forum but ... basically, in order to improve my writing, I'm trying to write like, a page or two every day with different plots + characters just to exercise my abilities a bit I guess. So I'm just going to use this topic to post the stuff I write. I'm ultimately looking for constructive criticism since I'm trying to improve so don't hold back.
12/8/09
It began as only silence, a silence so particularly encompassing and absolute that Isaac had forgotten what it had been like to hear his own voice and the wind singing in his ears; when he caught the first few whispers of that flute off in the mists, it was the most beautiful thing he could ever have hoped to experience in a thousand lifetimes. He could have watched the universe wither and fade away and be there to witness the birthing of a new world, and still he would not have found anything so wonderful as that unknown flautist's melodies.
Isaac began to stumble wildly towards the source of the rapturous music, the pale mist engulfing and blinding him. Shapes were forming and dissolving all around him in the cloud, humanoid and bestial, earthly and extraterrestrial, never quite becoming definite but definitely existing in that brief moment of time before Isaac reached the mouth of the glorious symphonies pouring out into the white.
He broke out into a clearing where the mist dared not to enter. In the middle of the grassy clearing stood a young man with a deep blue cloth tunic on his breast, with a dark skirt concealing his waist down, brushing lightly against his ankles. Below these ankles were cloth-draped sandals that protected his feet, delicate in appearance, while a large hood darkened a face that Isaac instantaneously decided to likely be too wonderful for any mortal witness. His arms were raised and cradling a bone flute, gently bobbing up and down with the beat of the songs he played.
Isaac weakly took a few uncertain steps toward this figure before realising he had been with the mysterious flautist the entire time - indeed, Isaac felt as if he had been with the flautist his entire life. Isaac dropped to his knees as the hooded figure began to turn, feeling all that had remained of his strength being replaced with sheer and completely innocent awe. The hooded figure slowly removed his instrument from his lips, resting his arms at his sides, and, with purple eyes, gazed into Isaac's own for what seemed to be multiple eternities. With a soft voice that seemed to come from every direction, the flautist began to speak.
"You are wondering who I am," said the flautist, with a smile that radiated pure adoration and love. "The Greeks gave unto me the name Thanatos. To the Germanic peoples I was an aspect of Grimnir. I am Michael and I am Samael. You may know me as Death."
(Author's notes: I like this one. In fact I really want to make a story out of this but I have no idea how to. I have more ideas to add onto it but without a plot it'd be silly, so.)
12/8/09
It began as only silence, a silence so particularly encompassing and absolute that Isaac had forgotten what it had been like to hear his own voice and the wind singing in his ears; when he caught the first few whispers of that flute off in the mists, it was the most beautiful thing he could ever have hoped to experience in a thousand lifetimes. He could have watched the universe wither and fade away and be there to witness the birthing of a new world, and still he would not have found anything so wonderful as that unknown flautist's melodies.
Isaac began to stumble wildly towards the source of the rapturous music, the pale mist engulfing and blinding him. Shapes were forming and dissolving all around him in the cloud, humanoid and bestial, earthly and extraterrestrial, never quite becoming definite but definitely existing in that brief moment of time before Isaac reached the mouth of the glorious symphonies pouring out into the white.
He broke out into a clearing where the mist dared not to enter. In the middle of the grassy clearing stood a young man with a deep blue cloth tunic on his breast, with a dark skirt concealing his waist down, brushing lightly against his ankles. Below these ankles were cloth-draped sandals that protected his feet, delicate in appearance, while a large hood darkened a face that Isaac instantaneously decided to likely be too wonderful for any mortal witness. His arms were raised and cradling a bone flute, gently bobbing up and down with the beat of the songs he played.
Isaac weakly took a few uncertain steps toward this figure before realising he had been with the mysterious flautist the entire time - indeed, Isaac felt as if he had been with the flautist his entire life. Isaac dropped to his knees as the hooded figure began to turn, feeling all that had remained of his strength being replaced with sheer and completely innocent awe. The hooded figure slowly removed his instrument from his lips, resting his arms at his sides, and, with purple eyes, gazed into Isaac's own for what seemed to be multiple eternities. With a soft voice that seemed to come from every direction, the flautist began to speak.
"You are wondering who I am," said the flautist, with a smile that radiated pure adoration and love. "The Greeks gave unto me the name Thanatos. To the Germanic peoples I was an aspect of Grimnir. I am Michael and I am Samael. You may know me as Death."
(Author's notes: I like this one. In fact I really want to make a story out of this but I have no idea how to. I have more ideas to add onto it but without a plot it'd be silly, so.)
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