My Writing: Prologue

I  have decided to share a little of my work-in-progress,  Now, I  have checked for grammar error with Grammarly and Ginger more time than ever, But I could have overlooked some mistakes in misspelling . But never know with me.

 

Prologue

Trap

~~◊◊~~

The one who holds the key shall suffer heartaches and betrayal..

In secrecy, I studied the royal family who mingled with

aristocrats and their spouses. A traitor is among us. I held my

weapon hilt beneath my cloak.

A dark-haired aristocrat glanced my way.

Who is he?

You must protect him. Answered, a woman in my conscience.

A queasy feeling settled within my stomach. I gazed towards the

ceiling.

Blazing eyes met mine. We meet once more, Princess.

No, how is it possible?

Grr! A low revolted sound formed in my colleague.

A whirlwind encircled us.

“What is transpiring?”

“I will find you, my Love!”

I met his violet eyes. Now you call me, your love!

Do not be stubborn, Verona!

“A-!” The cyclone dragged me from my companion’s forearm.

~~~End of Prologue ~~~

I had to share this old photo shot of my childhood neighborhood. Yes, it’s out in the country

Have a great week!

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My Writing: A Short Cajun Mystery

It’s a work in progress and my shortest post. I might keep  the way it is or do a rewrite. Never know with me.

A Cajun Mystery
He wanders on the shoreline, with sorrow in his heart.
For hundreds of years, he waited for his freedom. But none saw the truth to his curse.
His answer comes in a young lady, who holds the key to solving his family mystery.
A Cajun Mystery©V.Rose Demet™2017

 

This photo shot gives an idea to the setting on my work in progress

 

Have a wonderful weekend! 🙂

 

My Writing: A Short Preview

My Writing: A Short Preview
After many hours of delete paragraphs and rewrites. I decided to share a short sample of my work -in-progress.  Now, I will admit I disliked deleting paragraphs but it had to be done.  Anyway, here is a short sample I checked in Grammarly and ProWritingAid for now I am leaving this Prologue a lone.

Prologue: Trap

In silence, I studied the royal family who mingled with aristocrats and their spouses.

Somebody is a traitor. But who? I held my weapon hilt beneath my cloak.
A large full whiskered, black-haired aristocrat darted my way.Who is he?
You must protect him. Answered, a woman in my consciousness.
A nauseous sensation rose up from my stomach. I gazed towards the ceiling.
Fiery eyes met mine. We meet once more, Princess.
My heart stopped.
Grr! A low revolted from my colleague.
A whirlwind encircled us.
“What is transpiring?” My fingers slipped from his.
“I will search for you, my Love!”
“A-! ” The cyclone dragged me from my companion’s forearm.

Oh yes, I have a cliffhanger for my characters.

Of course, I could not leave without introducing my new four legged friend.  I took this photo with my webcam. I think this photo came out okay. He’s twice that size now.

This little pup can bring a smile to a person’s face and cheer them up. Meet my little four legged friend Bandit.

 

Have a wonderful week ☺

My Writing: Revisiting My First Prologue

My Writing: Revisiting My First Prologue

Oh, I am having one of those days where everything, I read looks awful including some of my past posts. Which means some posts from the past, will be making a few appearance in the future.

Anyway, when I wrote this post, I was unsure about the Prologue title or page numbers. Each time I read the Prologue pages, there was something wrong with the paragraphs. This gave me a headache and bugged me. But after reading once more, I decided I had to cut a lot of pages.

Anyway, here is my work in progress.

Prologue: The Curse

The wind whipped through my long auburn hair. I stood before the one who betrayed my family. My eyes met his bitter blue eyes.

“I ask you once more, Grandmother.” The bearded man replied. “Where is the stone?”

“I will never tell you, John.” I replied.

“Old woman, you are foolish.” A young blonde woman commented next to her.

“No, you are the foolish one.” I stated. “For those who marry your children shall be cursed.”
“She must be mad!” The crowds exclaimed.

The young king swung towards them. “Silence!” He roared out. “Your words mean nothing to me, Grandmother.”
“Oh, you should, John.” My green eyes met his. “Each night green eyes shall visit you.”
“We have our mystic to break any curse you cast upon us, Grandmother.”
I glanced towards the stranger. He had black magic within him. Only mine was more powerful.
“No mystic can get around this curse.” I answered. “Only 13 noblemen shall break this curse.”
“Enough!” He exclaimed. “Get rid of her.”
“With pleasure, Sire.” The hangman replied. He grabbed his victim with his strong arms.
I discovered the black atmosphere surrounded him. Something dark and ancient was in the air, I glanced towards the stranger. “You’re a dark one.”
The hangman placed the noose around her neck, the crowd glance with interest. While others began to laugh, drink, and dance. 
Oh my! It’s an enchantment spell! I thought. 
In, the shadowy corner of the castle’s walls. An archer shot a pure golden arrow and pierced the rope. Before anyone could react. A thick blue mist formed around she  as she vanished.
The stranger turned towards the crowd, the archer vanished. While a dark shadow formed around the crowd. No one saw it, nor known their faith that evening. The sky turned dark reddish and blueish.  A Griffin formed in the distant cloud. 
Her curse rang through out time.

I think I will keep my new Prologue for now. But never know with me.

https://firefly1275.wordpress.com/2013/09/18/prologue-and-ideas-part-2

 

Last but not least here is a photo shot, I took of the sunset a few weeks ago. I zoomed in for an angle shot. I think this photo shot came out okay.

A very cold evening in Southwest Louisiana

My Writing: Surprised Another Short Poem

I guess I am in the poetry writing mood. For another short poem that took me by surprise.

I don’t usually write poetry but I am going with the flow.

 

Her Darkest Secrets

She has secrets she never told

She holds those dark secrets deep within

People says she is cold-hearted

They do not know  how she weeps in her sleep

Nor the secrets she keeps

If only they knew her darkest secrets

Okay, I will be rewriting this short poem again. But I will leave it alone for now.

 

Have a great weekend.  🙂

My Writing: Poetry Takes Over Part 2

Okay, I have to admit once I started writing my ideas, I could not stop until I had three more short poems written down.  The only thing bugging me now, is the fonts size and color in my photo I used.

Another short poem…

Secrets She Hides

Before you judge her

Glance deep within her eyes,

If you see sadness and loneliness

Then you’ll know the secrets she hides

My Writing: When Poetry Appear

Okay, like I mention before I am not a poet. But when an idea takes form into a poem, I won’t hesitate to write it down.  It’s a work in progress and a rough draft, which I will rewrite for a later post.

His Memories

She waited for him throughout time

As the months flew by

With no sign of her love in sight

She realizes now, it’s time to take flight

As his memories fades into the night

With a heavy heart she shows

no sign of a broken heart

Nor the tears she cried each night.

For he is now a memory 

©V.ROSE DEMET ™2016

I am doing something different with my photo shot. I might keep on adding poems. But never know with me. 

 

My Writing: A Short Preview

Okay, I admit I was going to leave my writing alone until after the holiday. Well, I realized one thing that was not going to happen I need to write. If I am not writing my work in progress, I am thinking of my future goals. I am taking very small steps before a giant leap.

Anyway here’s a sneak peek of my work in progress, that will offer new clues to Verona’s meeting with Robin, who has dark secrets.

Thought the misty forest he emerges. His heart is bitter for revenge on those, whom did him wrong. He steps forward towards the lake with his bow is in his right hand. His beast is ready for food. He halt, the icy wind slams into his face. My goddess!

There on the lake’s edge lies a young brunette woman. Ready for the lake to claim her once more.

She felt two strong arms around her waistline.
“Don’t move, Child.” A deep voice replied. “I’ll have you safe in a minute.”
You cannot keep her safe for long, Robin. A sinister voice in the distance stated.
Be gone you sinister, B….!
He threw his hands into space. His beast hunted now.

He lifted the young maiden and  entered his forest once
more. 
Aaron watched Robin carried Verona into the misty forest. He stepped through the dark shield, the forest allowed him entrance. He is the ancient one.

So, They are after him.

Dark green eyes meet his violet eyes. “You may pass ancient old.” A woman replied, “Keep them safe.”

Now, we know where Verona went to. But is she safe with Robin?

 

 

My Writing: Epilogue

Okay, I have to admit when I first started writing this rough draft on post I was not sure I would finish editing it. Well, I proved myself wrong. After months of writing and editing this rough draft, I finally finished. Little sad to see this story end(for now that is.) And happy to be finally finish with this part.

 

Epilogue

Deep in a cavern a mist formed. A hooded man appeared. “She is in Sherwood.”

Hiss came from the dark corner. “My followers will find her and the keys.”

He bowed to leave. He hated this place and time.

“Is there more to report?”

“A younger woman appeared.”

Fiery eyes opened. “Who?”

“I do not know. I sensed darkness within her.”

“Her?” It hissed.

“Yes. A teenager with strange sword skills.” He cautioned.

“Her name?” It hissed furiously.

“Goes by Raven.” He replied.

Grr.. Came from the corner. “Find her.”

Okay, I will admit one thing the hooded man may or may not be Arthur. (Work in progress.)

 

Now, my next step is to leave this draft alone for a few days or weeks. Then read over and edit again. But never know with me.  I might decide to add a few other work in progress.

No matter what others say. Always follow your dreams… 

 

 

 

My Writing: Chapter 22

Okay, after reading this Chapter and rewriting some paragraphs, I can finally move on to the next Chapter.

Chapter 22: The Truth

“Where did she go!” Bailey exclaimed.

“Wait a minute!” Mordred channeled into space. His eyes slapped opened. He realized where she was. “D***** !” His English accent was stronger now.

Arthur kept his comment to himself.

“She is in Nottingham.”

“Go find my cousin or help me.” Bailey roared.

Mordred grabbed Bailey by his shirt collar. “Listen here Bailey it won’t be simple.”

“Mordred?” Gibson glanced towards Mordred.

“She is in Sherwood Forest before the change.”

“Oh no.” Gibson glanced away.

“D*****, I have to do something.” Bailey muttered.

“No!” A female voice exclaimed. The sweet smell of roses filled the air. As she stepped from the dark corner of the office. She wore a sea green gown. A silver crown with tiny diamonds were upon her forehead. Her auburn hair reached her waistline. Upon her forearm a griffin appeared.

“Sarah, how can you be here?” Gibson asked.

“Do not worry.” She met his dark brown eyes. “Verona must learn the truth.”

“If she does not, My Lady.” Bailey bowed to the Guardian of Mystic Lake.

“Oh, she will. Is not that right, Aaron?” She whispered to Aaron stood silent, “You always known her, now go. Our old enemy is after her.”

The blue mist formed around Aaron. How did she?

Mordred glanced towards the spot his friend stood, “Who are you?”

“A friend.” She glanced towards Arthur. “She will return to the present, you must not interfere, Arthur.”

“Why?” He could not lose his Guinevere.

You cannot lose someone who was never yours. A distant voice echoed.

An eerie thought cross Mordred mind now, “Verona holds the..”

Don’t say it! A voice echoed. He stared towards the mysterious woman now.

“I see you learned.” Sarah noticed a change in Arthur. Oh, I understand now.

“Verona can travel through time.” Gibson murmured.

“Sherwood Forest Guardian.” Arthur glared towards his cousin. “Why did you not mention this.”

“Grandmother spoken to you?”

“Grandmother!” No way. Vivian! “How?”

“It is hard to explain.” She glanced towards the one with the Falcon around him. “You’re one of the Wisdom stone’s guardian.”

“Yes, My Lady.” Bailey replied, “Is Verona in danger?”

“No, she will be safe with Aaron.” Mordred could not believe his old allied had an upper hand in their faith. “But we may be in trouble.”

“What does that mean!” Arthur exclaimed.

“D****t Arthur!” Bailey exclaimed, “Aaron is the Unknown Warrior.” He glanced towards Mordred, “What is Verona connection to him?”

“Mordred doesn’t know Bailey.” Sarah turned towards Arthur, “He whom walk throughout time.”

“If you say one more word Sarah Ann.” A male voice roar, “I will disown you.”

She smiled, “Cannot disown a guardian, Grandfather.”

“No, but what must happen must be.” The stern answered

“Your lies will free us.” Sarah waved her hands into space.

“So be it.” He mumbled.

“Was that Merlin?” Gibson asked, puzzled.

“I see you remember him.” She turned towards Arthur now. “Verona is not whom we’ve known from our time.”

“Why do you call her, Verona?” Arthur asked.

Guinevere is dead to our world. Her eyes answered.

“No, Verona is M-Guinevere.” Mordred caught his mistake.

“Yes.” She glanced towards Gibson.

“The Forest will destroy her, as it did to Robin when you vanished.”

“No, it will not.” Sarah replied, “People and things may change throughout time. But their soul and spirit remains the same.”

“The forest will recognize her.” Mordred felt the tension between her and Gibson, “She has blue flame within her.”

Her eyes widen.“She does not.. Oh, Mother!”

She waved her hands.“We will meet each other once more.”

“You did not say what Aaron connection is to us?” Arthur asked.

“Guinevere, Nicholas and Lancelot has connection to him.”She whispered.

“Lancelot?” Arthur looks stunned, “He is not in this time.

“Correction he should be here!” Bailey exclaimed without him nothing is safe. “Did something happen to Lancelot?”

“Verona gave Lancelot, her ring.” Arthur stated.

“No.” Bailey mumbled, “A pink ring was Celtic design?”

“Yes.” Arthur replied.

Bailey looked towards Sarah, “You know what this mean.”

“The truth will come out at last.” She replied.

“What does that mean?” Tristan asked, “Is Aaron an enemy?”

“No.” Aaron was the one who saved him many years ago.

“He is trouble.” Bailey roared, “Now someone, Please explain?”

“Oh, just our worlds…” Mordred lifted his shot glass filled with whiskey. “Oh, answer that Bailey,”

His cell phone rang. “Hello, What!” His eyes narrowed, “Get everyone together, inform Eric Mason.”

Mordred skin crawled by the name of a Shape shifter. Tristan growled.  “Bailey, you surprise me.”

“Why is innocent people vanishing.” Bailey met Mordred sober expression.

“Oh, great.” Gibson mumbled.He glanced towards Tristan.

Okay, I wanted make this chapter more intriguing with  more clues to Verona, whom seems to have more secrets. While Merlin/Arthur keeps his secrets well hidden for now.

Now, to the next Chapter before I find something else to delete again.