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.
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.
Okay, after being away from my computer for a while. I got a chance to take more photo shots of the evening sky and try something new with these photos. I added a board around my photos. This is my first try with a board. I might add the boards to my other photos. but it takes a lot of time and patience to get it right the first time. Unfortunately for me, it took a while to get these photos to look this way.
A cold January evening a cool sunset.
After a foggy start at the beginning of the month. I finally capture a beautiful view.
I think I will always be amazed by how my photo shots turns out.
Okay, I think these photo shots came out okay. I think I will go back with a normal look for my photos.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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…
Okay, I have to admit today was not the best day for me. It’s been thirteen years since my Dad passed away and I still miss him. Maybe I always will miss him on this day. (That was the day everything turned upside down.)
Hard to believe it’s already 13 years. In Loving Memory Of Raoul T-Bee Demet May 26,1931-Oct.6,2002
My Dad use to get up at the crack of Dawn, with a cup of coffee in his hand to watch the sun rise. He would then go into the vegetable garden and pick a full bowl vegetables(Cucumbers and tomatoes). By the evening there was more cucumbers and tomatoes to pick. He had a green thumb.
Anyway, after looking thought my very short essay on Dedication to A Rice Farmer. I decided to rewrite the essay one final time. Before placing the essay in a folder. Maybe in the near future I might do something with this essay.
A Rice Farmer
Each morning and evening, he walks the quiet rice fields, with his shovel over his shoulder. He checks the fields for overflows, leaks and runoff.
Those whom seen him says, he hasn’t aged since the day they first met him. He, still wears his old straw cowboy hat, faded blue long sleeves shirt and jeans. Of course, he still wears his green hip boots. To walk in the muddy water of the rice fields.
Now a days he doesn’t speak to many. Maybe to those whom seen him in the early morning hours.
From what people told me. He walks in the distance rice fields. They know it’s him by his shovel over his shoulders. Other seen a John Deere tractor plowing a abandon rice field and vanished as they got near the field. The only sign is the distance sound of a John Deere tractor fading away in the sunset.
Okay, after rewriting and deleting paragraphs in this Chapter, I decided to leave this Chapter alone for now. But never know with me.
Chapter 20: The Puzzle(I might keep this title. But never know me.)
“I see you’re still the same, Mordred. I should be asking why do you have my little cousin here?” Bailey Silverstone folded his arms. “Verona, we’re in the Dragon’s Lair on Moon Isle.”
My heart thumps fastest. “What! I thought I was in Sherwood Forest..” I glanced towards Mordred puzzled face.
Mordred eyed the elder man in disbelief. How could it be possible? Did he hear him correctly. “Your cousin?”
It’s true Mordred. A distant voice echoed.
“Yes, she’s my cousin.” His brown eyes glared towards Mordred, then towards Verona.” Are you okay, Verona? What is this nonsense of Sherwood Forest?”
“It’s not nonsense Bailey.” A wave of dizziness came over me. “Oh no! I have to help them.”
You will, but you need to bring them together.
“Together?” I gazed towards the silver aura behind Nicholas.
“You must find the thirteen keys.”
In a trance like state, I said, “Only the thirteen keys and its’ guardians can destroy the creature of an ancient time.” I stood in a golden field surrounded by a temple and crystal water. The sky was greenish, the wind kept blowing furiously through my hair making it tough to concentrate on the scenery.
“Sh**!” Mordred felt a powerful presence. “You know of this!”
“What?” I glanced towards Mordred Nicholas stunned face.
Bailey grabbed Mordred’s shirt collar. “What kind mind game are you playing with her?”
A gust of wind pushed Bailey away from Mordred. “Do not touch the Forest Spirit guardian’s son!” A Female voice echoed.
My body shook, a wave of nausea came over me. “Is this another trick?” I was holding my stomach in so much pain.
“No Mother,” Mordred took her hand. My heavens she doesn’t realize her true power! “Do not faint!”
“What did you call her?” Bailey roared, his inner beast came alive.
“My mother.” Mordred sensed the beast awaken, “Watch it Hunter, you do not want to over stay your visit.”
No, His real mother was… “You’re lying.”
“He is not lying.” I held up my hand, palm facing out.
“My goddess, you’re one of us!” Gibson called out loudly. “The blade of truth is imprinted in her palm.”
“Well, not one of our kind, but…” Tristan said frankly.
“Tristan, no time for your joke.” Gibson said, elbowing him in the ribs.
“Verona, you have lots of explaining.” Bailey stated in a serious tone. Then realized someone was lacking here. “Wait, where is Ar-William Scotts.”
My eyes widened in surprise. What? Before Mordred could react, a fist found his jaw. He glared towards the owner. “What are you doing with my Guinevere!” His downcast eyes were a dark with fury. After Modron delayed him. He hurried towards Mystic Lake, hoping Verona was in that location. “She is not here.” Vivian said in a depressed tone, “She is in the Dragon’s Lair with Mordred.” He looked at her with suspicious eyes. “Why are you helping, Vivian?” “It’s a long story.” She smiled, “Besides, Guinevere is much mature than her older self. Why not asks Sarah, whom the Forest Spirit guardian?” A mist formed around him and now he bore in the Dragon Lair. What he saw shocked him . Tristan, Gibson, Mordred and Bailey stared towards him. I glanced towards Merlin, his aura was stronger. “Merlin, how did you get here?” “D….., Verona.” Bailey shook his head in disbelief, “Merlin is trapped somewhere. This is..” “Who are you?” His secret was out. “My family has been guarding his stone of wisdom for centuries.” Bailey roared, “You should know this Arthur Pendragon Plantagenet!”
No! My legs buckled. He pulled me into his strong, well-built arms, I am lost in words. The sight of two couple meeting, dancing, driving horses and dueling came to my head. Warmth surrounds me. “Arthur.” I whispered in a low tone. “It’s been a long time.” “My Sweet, Guinevere.” He embraced me. “No, my name is Verona.” I stepped away from him. You had many names and lives, but three you must remember now. A child echoed. “Still stubborn my love.” He whispered in my ear. “Of course Arthur.” I turned towards Mordred, who now sported a bruised jaw. I stepped next to him. “You have a bruised.” “It will heal, M-Verona.” Mordred said removing her hand from his face. “This isn’t the first time he throws a punch.”
I turned towards Arthur. “You don’t have to be jealous of him.”
“I am not jealous of my son.” Arthur said with a serious face.
“Finally, he admits I am his son.” Mordred folded his arms.
“Careful Mordred.” Arthur warned.
“Don’t even touch him, Arthur.” I gave him my best glare.
“Someone finally takes my side.” Mordred said.
“Why did you not tell me!”Oh boy! Mother or not, she is one steamed brunette. He inched away from her. “Oh, for Pete sake, get a hotel room.” he mumbled to his father. My eyes widen, I glanced from father and son. Why had I not discovered the similarity. Something in the exchange triggered a memory for me. “It was you in the chair.” I realized, “Why did you lie?” “An enchantment spell.” Mordred glanced towards his father, his aura was a mix color. Damn! He was shielding his true form. Which meant.. Bailey Silverstone roared, “Someone better start talking.” “I will explain later, Hunter.” Mordred said, “Now, why has Modron resurfaced.” “No, telling what Morganna was up too.” Gibson mumbled. “He was my English teacher.” I glanced towards Arthur. “Who brought me to Nottingham?” “I have no idea.” He shook his head, “Maybe Vivian.”
“No.” Mordred meet Verona’s puzzled expression, “Do you remember what happened?”
“We were in Nottingham at a cottage.” I avoided Arthur’s stare, “My employer said something I did not care to hear.”
Why were you in Nottingham Verona? A distance voice echoed
An image of a wooden bridge and a huge deeply tanned hand with a strange designed bracelet on their left wrist reached for me. I glanced towards the figure face only Bailey interrupted my concentration.
Okay, I am saying good-bye to this Chapter, before I find something wrong with it. Anyway, in this Chapter I wanted to reveal Verona and Merlin secrets. Merlin may have a few more secrets.