Tweet of the Day: Writing Excuses 7.41: Seven-Point Story Structure
It fell unto me to preside over this month’s Absolute Write forum’s Blog Chain. Here are the rules:
Starting Date: Monday, October 8, 2012
Open to all forum members, even after it starts!
This month’s prompt:
Ghouls, ghost and things that go bump in the night. Old Hallows Eve, Dia de los Muertos and Halloween. October is the month where the veil between our world and the Other thins. So this month is about those things beyond our world, be they scary, funny or anything in between. Write wherever the prompt inspires you, fiction or non-fiction, prose or poetry. Do try and keep things at a PG-13 level, though.
Simply post your blog’s URL in this thread to join. Each post should be less than 1000 words if possible. Read and comment on other participants’ posts if you possibly can–they’ll be doing the same for you!
Otherworldy, eh? Lets see if I can pull something out of the old hat.
Caldicot, Sir Fynwyn, Domain of Wales, 1 Januray, 05:40 hrs GMT
The bathroom called. Too much New Year’s wine. Too little clothes. Although the lingerie that Owen bought me for for Xmas felt soft against my skin. Tiny, but nice. So much laughter and not a few tears. Just Owen and I. Now he hugged the sheets on his corner of the bed.
“Probably drooling on my pillow too,” I whispered.
“Gwennnn….” he said in a half snore.
I closed the door behind me so as not to wake him. Once done I opened the door back but instead of a small, cozy bedroom a long wooden corridor extended from the threshold. Torches flickered on either side. As I crossed over, a gown of silk and chiffon, enveloped me. Fire raced through my fingers. I walked down the hall in search of who or what brought me to this strange place. The hallway ended in a large room. A enormous tapestry covered the back wall. From the bottom left corner to the top right gigantic figures battled smaller ones.
One group emerged from the sea with a great wagon in tow. It carried a lidless eye that killed all before it.
Another group clawed their way up from darkness up the side of the mountain while a bearded man hurled down lighting bolts from up on high.
A third marched through an open field. Their leader burned the ground with a flaming sword.
Amidst them, a knight slay a dragon, an eagle feasted on the liver of a chained man and a boy swung a slingshot at a warrior’s head.
“What came before, will be again,” said someone beside me. I turned around, ready to burn whoever it was.
“What…where am I?” I asked.
She ran long fingers through her midnight hair, “You and I are in Time. A place in Time. Like a droplet of water in a river that passes through and it is replaced by the next or the flame of a bonfire which is but does not stand still. Ancient powers awake, at the call of those who would be Gods to destroy the New and bring back the Old.”
“Okay, this must be some kind of bad dream. I told Owen to buy the good stuff,” I said.
“Dreams only show us what we Are or Can Be. This,” she placed a hand on the tapestry, “Is what Was and Will Be.”
“I think your time among the Sidhe has addled what’s left of your mind Morgana.”
A tear slid from her verdant eyes, “I was never of your world, as you are not of mine. The veil is torn and they collide. I am merely a reflection of turbulent times.”
“I’m sorry, but….”
She stepped back and pointed at the wall, “Look and tell me what you see, child.”
I took a step back, “I see, Formorians or Fir Bolgs…Titans battling Zeus…is that Surtur?”
“An ancient name, yes.”
“Giants fighting gods and men, that means….” I shuddered at the thought.
“That the war is far from over. You must retake Excalibur and rejoin the fight.”
“I did my duty Morgana,” I said. The memory of the last battle haunted me.
“Your choice. But will you wait until,” she pointed at the giants on the burnt battlefield, a rainbow shattered in pieces, “Until the fire reaches you? How many will die before you realize that you must make your own peace?”
“I…” the room faded away replaced by the bedroom. I stood at the foot of the bed, with a massive headache and a bottle of painkillers in hand. I crawled beneath the sheets and embraced Owen.
“Okay,” a sense of warm swept though me, Owen’s way of chasing the monsters away.
But the monster would come and I would face them.
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