Only Endless Memory
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Ooops
So, it must be bad that I don't even remember the fact that I didn't write yesterday. I did a bit of packing, and I think, in general, with a large portion of my apartment packed, I am feeling disconnected and out of sorts. My apartment doesn't feel as much like a home anymore and I feel kind of lost. So, I apologize for not writing.
I did pick out an exercise today, and I have a writing assignment I really should work on for some Nerdfighters I am doing a project with. We are working on a collaborative project to make a book of sorts where each person adds to it and has a certain amount of time to do their part in it. I really need to work out my part since it is my turn to write. I am not sure if my original idea will still work or not, I might just go with it and see what happens.
Anyways, my project today is another challenge from
FM Writers. ENHANCED...
Whether by magic or high-tech wizardry, the temptation to enhance your physical or mental prowess is always with us. From steroids to love potions, we are fascinated by things that 'improve' us or give us an edge, even if it is morally questionable, or even dangerous. Today, show your character as they wrestle with the idea of enhancing themselves despite the cost.
I am not even sure what character I am going to use yet; I might even be making up some new ones. I just like this idea, so I am going with it.
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A Matter of Magic
Feral held the potion in his hand and glared belligerently at Shadow, who was looking as calmly as ever back at his brother. His very calmness just caused Feral's anger to rise that much more. "Don't you want me to win?" he said through gritted teeth with only a slight emphasis on the you.
Shadow sighed softly, "Do not ask me silly questions you already know the answers to, brother."
His right hand ran through his silky black mane of hair, and he did his best to count slowly to ten. He made it to three before barking out, "Then why don't you want me to use this?" He held up the phial in his hand.
"I want you to win fairly, brother."
"What if I don't win, brother-dear? What then? What if the witch kills me? You know damn well what she is capable of." Feral's green eyes seemed to brighten in his anger, and he shook slightly. Even Feral could not tell if his shaking was anger or fear, he had been close to death before, but to willingly walk into it's mouth and not take all advantage that he could take.
Shadow gazed back at his brother, his voice and demeanor as calm as ever, "Then she will learn to regret what she did to me."
Feral gazed into his brother's eyes and saw the peaceful gray darken ever so slightly. He closed his own eyes, and tried counting to ten again, he managed to make it to seven this time, that was close to his record of eight. He put the potion down, and turned to meet his fate.
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Labels: creative writing, Feral, moving, nerdfighters, Shadow
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