Le soap opera, now is superior orderWhile my lovely creative friends are plunging into the NaNoWriMo spirit, I have decided to review the stories that I already have. The majority of them is centered round the unlikely, half-comical, half-sappy couple, Ondolemar/Kiara (do not read further if you are against anything and everything 'unrealistic'). As I am not too much of a writer, at least in terms of discipline, I cough up little snippets whenever I'm inspired – which results in a horrible mess. I have finally found time to arrange the darn thing in chronological order.More Like This
First meeting scenario:
This one is kinda pointless, but sometimes I find myself liking it nonetheless:
'First meeting' # 2:
Kiara's letter home:
This is a series of stories that I call The Fateful Journey. It began the O/K writings, and, to my mind, is of the lowest qua
Ice Cream OutingThe darkness brought no relief from the heat as it crept in on velvety tiptoe from the drowsy bay. The streets were still the same narrow torrents of seething lava, all trickling slowly towards the market square, the great blazing furnace. He flexed his shoulders uncomfortably, boiled alive inside his hooded robes. Each step along the roughly cobbled pavement was a tremendous effort, as if he was moving through melting butter. Feeling beads of sweat moisten the hairs over his upper lip - still few and thin, but very cherished - he took a deep breath of whatever dust-like substance those humans had to contend themselves with instead of air, and whispered to himself the words of the code he had to recite but a few months ago when his initiation was completed.More Like This
Who are we?
What is our duty?
To cleanse the minds of the unworthy of blasphemous filth.
Where do we belong?
We belong to the shadows, so that our prey will never see us coming.
What do we bring with us?