tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post1400841439699910337..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Wednesday February 27th, 2013Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-91746199510092399492013-02-28T23:11:40.596-08:002013-02-28T23:11:40.596-08:00Greg - yeah, I'm kinda tempted to continue it....Greg - yeah, I'm kinda tempted to continue it. Perhaps I'll get around to it.<br /><br />Not too repetitious at all, I think the form worked quite well here. And that's a delightfully creepy final line too :)<br /><br />g2 - ah, you did continue that! Most excellent :D<br /><br />Another layer is added to the story, and a very interesting one to boot. I am most definitely enjoying this.Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-66425545460506179072013-02-28T18:08:16.380-08:002013-02-28T18:08:16.380-08:00I started a thing, but then Safari crashed on me a...I started a thing, but then Safari crashed on me and lost it >< But! I remember what I wanted to do! I'm <a href="http://daily-writing.blogspot.com/2013/02/monday-february-4th-2013.html#comment-1406753300842865299" rel="nofollow">backtracking</a> today.<br />- - - - - - - - -<br />I knew these back alleys like my own name, so how I got lost is beyond me. What was worse, I was certain someone was following me, and I didn't have a clue who it was.<br /><br />Corner after deceptively-familiar corner wound and writhed around each other, until finally I turned the corner I was most sure led out of here.<br /><br />Except it led to a dead end.<br /><br />I scowled at the brick wall before me, and was just about to give it a good kick when I heard my pursuer come to the entrance of the alley.<br /><br />The footsteps that had followed me hadn't been hurried, and now they ambled even slower towards me. I continued to face the wall.<br /><br />"Well," said the footsteps' voice---low, solid, and warm---and sounded pleased with himself and curious about me.<br /><br />I wasn't one to take bait, but I couldn't help myself, the word just sat there. "Well what?"<br /><br />"We didn't think it'd take this long to find you." I tensed. I swore I only heard one set of footsteps.<br />"Oh," he continued, and took a few steps closer, "I'm the only one here, but I'm just doing an errand. You're important to a number of people, apparently."<br /><br />Me, important? I actually laughed. "Who says I'm important? Do they know who I am?" I still didn't turn around.<br /><br />"Actually, they do, Thomas Alexander." I gasped, though immediately regretted it.<br /><br />"Who told you that?"<br /><br />"The runes did. Well, they knew about the Foretold in general terms for quite some time, but the name only came recently."<br /><br />Again, I don't tend to take bait. But when piffle like runes and fortune telling get thrown around all bets are off. I turned around.<br /><br />"What kind of jive you talking?" I demanded, trying to bring myself to my full height, which ended up as an exercise in futility. I had shot up in recent years, but this chap was a good head and shoulders taller than me, and could barely fit in this dead-end alley. A character even I wouldn't dare cross, and yet something in his eyes wasn't entirely unkind.<br /><br />I swore I saw a hint of a smile. "I don't 'talk jive', Mr. Alexander---"<br /><br />"It's Tom."<br /><br />"---I'm telling you what's so. And I can't explain much now since we're out in the open. But you'll get an explanation when we get there."<br /><br />"Hold on. Who said anything about going anywhere?"<br /><br />"I did. Just now."<br /><br />"And who said I'd be going?"<br /><br />"I did. And you will." I was about to open my mouth to protest when this gent cut me off: "I'm under orders to bring you back with any means necessary. That means either we walk, or I carry you back like potatoes. And frankly you're probably lighter than potatoes." I scowled at him, though he moved not an inch, which startled me for some reason.<br />"Which would you prefer?"<br /><br />I screwed up my mouth in discontent---which drew out no response---so I sighed and said I'd come with him, on one condition.<br />"I have to know your name."<br /><br />"Fair enough. The name's Scotts."<br />- - - - - - - - - - -g2 (la pianista irlandesa)https://www.blogger.com/profile/11746312007846172620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-43072927565794597722013-02-28T06:22:18.001-08:002013-02-28T06:22:18.001-08:00Max sounds like quite a handful, but in the best w...Max sounds like quite a handful, but in the best way. And I bet Kat was pleased to be at Mother Goose and watching you coping with all this!<br />Heh, I did wonder what you were going do with your rune, and that's a nicely creepy little piece with plenty of potential for continuation. I rather like the name of the book, which understates its purpose just a touch :)<br /><br />Mine's a tritina, because I know it's been a while since I wrote much poetry. I still don't think much of the form, but hopefully this won't be _too_ repetitious.<br /><br /><b>The runes</b><br />Upon the tomb of Magnusson<br />inscriptions wrote in runes were found,<br />and academics gathered round.<br /><br />A man was carved, both tall and round,<br />so clearly this was Magnusson.<br />Then when translations had been found,<br /><br />the runes told tales of what he found;<br />of things he killed, and travelled round,<br />and celebrated Magnusson.<br /><br />Lord Magnusson, when found, came round....<br />Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com