Here's a snippet from my WIP inspired by the bit I posted yesterday. Thanks a lot Justin . . .
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He scooted his feet forward. Yes, he should drown himself. The river would carry him away, so nobody would have to take care of his body. His life meant nothing to everyone here. It didn't really mean anything to him any more. His toes curled over the edge of the bridge's wall. Yes, he should drop himself into the water.
He held out his arms straight from his sides and looked up at the moons. He closed his eyes and tipped forward, giving himself to gravity. It claimed him more quickly than he'd thought it would, and jerked him off the bridge's wall.
"Anyit!"
He turned his head, opening his eyes. A shadowy figure waved its arms. Too late. He landed, and the impact smashed the air from his lungs. Anyit gave a short scream and sank, inhaling water convulsively.
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This happens in the first chapter.
Wednesday, June 02, 2010
Tuesday, June 01, 2010
Justin's Exercise
Today's exercise: Today, create a word, any word, from a foriegn noun to a proper name, then create a background for that word and use it in a short passage.you never know where it might lead.
And what I came up with:
My word: anyit.
He grew up a lonely child because his mother not only named him after the worst thing she could have, she'd had it Sealed to him as a child so the could not abandon it. She'd named him after the Anyit flower, because, she said, she felt bliss in pregnancy and only the pain of giving birth to him ended that.
She named him after a flower named after the worst drug her people could imagine, a drug that had once enslaved them to another society. A drug that had forced them to serve with joy only to cause great pain if they missed even one dose. It was a foreign word, the only such word permitted in their self-designed language, and its history was taught to every child.
Including Anyit, if only by his mother. She even created a phrase to translate his name into in their language: "The pain of bliss." Others adopted it, and they mocked him for it, calling him "pain," because that was all the Anyit flower represented to them--the greatest pain their ancestors had ever been through.
And what I came up with:
My word: anyit.
He grew up a lonely child because his mother not only named him after the worst thing she could have, she'd had it Sealed to him as a child so the could not abandon it. She'd named him after the Anyit flower, because, she said, she felt bliss in pregnancy and only the pain of giving birth to him ended that.
She named him after a flower named after the worst drug her people could imagine, a drug that had once enslaved them to another society. A drug that had forced them to serve with joy only to cause great pain if they missed even one dose. It was a foreign word, the only such word permitted in their self-designed language, and its history was taught to every child.
Including Anyit, if only by his mother. She even created a phrase to translate his name into in their language: "The pain of bliss." Others adopted it, and they mocked him for it, calling him "pain," because that was all the Anyit flower represented to them--the greatest pain their ancestors had ever been through.
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