I'm posting "Too Long; Don't Read" summaries at the beginning of my rants/ explanations. (Or "Too Long; Didn't Read" if at the end!) XD They'll be in the blog's consistent purple for easy identification.
TL;DR: Project Plans page up. The Drive By concept has been renamed "Diamond Grade". This snippet is part of an art-based writing challenge.
Title of story and prompt credit to Forsaken. Art credit to Andrew Ferez, 25kartiok on deviantART.
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| Art credit to Andrew Ferez, 25kartiok on deviantArt. |
The story today: By now we should probably all stop believing Mini when she says she's going to write something or not write something. I was working on Psychic when I realized it was going to be a lot longer than I had initially thought. And I really want something completed to show for the summer. That was when I realized the Drive By concept would do perfectly; I was having trouble with the context of every scene, but like this I can just write the snippets I feel like.
Today, Forsaken issued a challenge to a group of us writers that involved taking the pictured scene and writing 500 words of narrative. I know this comes as in the middle of everything, but I hope it's still comprehensible. I focused a little more on what was happening in terms of the story and was thus a little less faithful to an actual interpretation of the image, but the scene was definitely an inspiration for the scene.
The first glimpse (and a very unrepresentative one) of the elusive "Drive By" I've mentioned in so many posts-- Please enjoy!
WC: 498
Dr. Syis’s office was covered in light wood. It exuded comfort and intellectualness. Nate or Nathaniel or whoever he was now looked around, taking in the decor as he awaited his new father’s arrival.
He found the clock against the wall curious. The main clock face told the time well enough, but there were also two other small clocks that told different times. Nate recognized the one on the left as reading the time in Avis Fior, where the Syis had come from. The small right-hand clock moved slower than the others—a timer? Or just dysfunctional? And then there was the body of the clock: taller than even Nate and ornately decorated. Through the hole in the body of the clock were books.
Nate peered closer at the latch against the side. It looked like the cabinet opened outwards to allow access to the books. Hidden slightly behind this latch though, was a small crack. It was small and thin enough to pass as a flaw in design or material, but Nate knew a lock when he saw one. His curiosity was piqued.
He pulled on the door, pressing the hidden release latch. The door opened smoothly, revealing a passageway. The walls of the path were covered in books. Only two to three feet above his head was a arched roof.
A chill ran down his spine. It wasn’t whatever he might find that scared him; it was that the secret passage had been left unlocked. It was like Dr. Syis was inviting him. But why? He was a newly adopted son. Why trust him?
He snatched the lantern from its nook and stepped in, squashing his uncertainty. He ran his fingers along the spines of the books he passed. Like the ones in the disguised display cabinet, their titles suggested matters of science. Along the curved passage, a few journals of history and magic lore joined their titles. This was expected: Dr. Syis, after all, worked to define the line between nature and magic.
Around the corner was a replica of the door he’d come through, without the disguise of a book cabinet. It was left wide open, another silent invitation.
The passage opened into a chamber. The walls and even the floor was made of differently sized and patterned stones and decorated with candles and alchemical equipment. The master of the chamber and house sat meditatively a few yards from the door. Between the wooden door ledge and Dr. Syis was a single burning book.
Nate knelt down, fixated on the book—a journal, judging by the handwriting.
“I’m returning it.” Dr. Syis’s eyes remained closed.
“By burning it?” Nate reached forward, but daren’t touch it as it burned, charring over lines describing a battle of gods without hurting his hands.
“Its owner is a seraph. Now that I am finished with it, this fire will return it to its next owner.” Nate’s adoptive father stood up. “I understand your interest in alchemy. Welcome.”
Next week: I'll have started school by this time next week, so it will be the final Summer Reading post!
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