Whenever I'm PMSing I'm always super moody! I can't help it, it just is such a pain, I know my evil side is out and I can't make her go away! But on the plus side I do make ome creative story ideas when I'm like this. If only I had a pen when I was driving, I get so many great story ideas on the road. I can see the words in my head, I'll read myself the story, and then it will all slip away by the time I get my car parked. Oh! It's so frustrating because sometimes these ideas are so kick ass brilliant! Most of what I think of would be for my own life story, which is always what I like to think about when I drive. I have this whole out of body experience and can see myself from the back of the movie theater, sometimes with corny music or a lovely narration.
I do have one fun idea for a story that I started on but sort of stopped, its more of a fantasy like story inspired by the wonderful game of World of Warcraft. I haven't played the game much (two weeks to get to level twenty) but I know that the game has two different groups and they're at war, so basically I've no idea what to do with the story, but it was an idea to play with.
The world tore away from itself long ago; no one wants anything to do with the bloodshed that the fractions have caused. There is only one hope for peace; pray that the suffering ends quickly and the seas of red drown the screams of those that have fallen. In the distance we can see the sun’s final rays which signal the dawn of night. Kiss the edge of the cold stained metal and close of everything, keep spirits high, and don’t stop moving.
The stars shone down brightly on the world, constellations forming and dying, continuing their lives by light years. The fire below crackled, embers soaring into the sky like a dozen fireflies with their wisps of fading life. Around a campfire three sat with peace, their battle armor discarded beside them, weapons in their laps. Two humans and an elf, all male, stared at the light with blank faces. Their bodies were dusted with dirt and blood; faded lines ran down across their skin, signs of battles past.
There was nothing to be said at the moment, all that they wished for was a moment’s rest. The next sign of battle could emerge at a moment’s notice and these tired men would be uprooted from their post to defend what they fight for dear.
The sky stirs as the world turns, the clouds in the west growing higher than the mountains. A storm is brewing and rain will soon come. One of the humans moves his head towards the distant sounds of thunder and his face turns sour. His hair was worn long, dark and tangled, cut with the blade of a sword it hung limp at his shoulders. A dark shadow of a beard formed on his chin, the hair unevenly cut shot out in every direction.
“Fast the winds change,” mumbles the other human, a stocky man with arms too big for his small body. He took his spirits in his hand and raised it to his mouth but paused as the rim touched his lips. “Randal, do you sense that?”
The elf glanced at the humans and then looked into the forest, shaking his head. The stocky human however, reached down for his battle axe. The other human looked at his comrade and motioned for him to sit down. “My friend, we’ve traveled day and night, do you not think we should have a moment of rest?”
He stared at the elf, his eyes murderous. “How long have we followed this elf with no question? I fear Demeous that we have been deceived.”
Both humans were on their feet now; both sets of eyes were focused on the elf who was smiling ever so softly. “Humans, your logic will be your downfall. To think yourself sole heir to the world makes you presumptuous and your thick skulls blind you from the truth.”
The man called Demeous took two steps towards the elf, his sword dragging behind him in the earth. The fire crackled behind him, the embers flying upward as they were. “Elf, listen here, if you have betrayed us, if you have brought us into an ambush, I will be sure it is your head I slay before my soul leaks from my lips.”
The men stared at the elf as time passed. No one moved, only the world kept turning. “Do you think that your souls will make it to the heavens if you repent your sins now?” The elf stands to his bare feet, his hand on his bow, there is no sign of emotion in his green eyes. “Humans, your downfall is your faith, your lack of intelligence.”
Demeous raised his sword, pointing the blade towards the forest where the earth echoed in the night. “Where we have failed, others will succeed. The human race will not fall to their knees without struggle, if you attack one you attack all.”
The elf bowed his head, his eye lids dropping shut. “My only wish is that you would live to see the day where my people succeed where yours did not, that you would be able to see our prosperous lands and people. The end is coming soon my friend and my people will be victorious.”
“Traitor!” The human Demeous hollered into the wind, his arms bringing forth his blade, charging at the peaceful elf. His footsteps rattled the ground, the woods below it crackling from the force. “The world shall not live with what you have done!”
Yet before the blade could touch the skin of the elf a burst of fire wrapped around the camp, engulfing the men in an inferno. The ashes flew upward into the sky, the embers turning black with the chilled air. And then the rain came, thousands of sharp black stakes fell from the heavens leaving the camp in ruins.
That is all I've written so far, I'm not so sure if I ever will write more. Actually, its inspired me to my Sleeping Beauty story again. I love the idea I have for that story, I actually have it all lined out, if I do start on it hardcore, I may make an alternate fictionpress name to post just that story because I want a lot of feedback on it. I just remember reading the Queen of Glass on FP so long ago and I fell in love with that story, it really rattled my head and I just remember wishing that I could write something like that. I just find inspiration from everything, I'm so horrible at that, I have so many projects half started! I really need to limit myself.
But I suppose its time to actually type some actually fantasy fable, and I've worked myself up to be pumped to write a little Morning After now.
Loving the air, Alice
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