tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post9057381791573398328..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Monday November 25th, 2013Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-42443016499529325362013-11-30T23:31:23.330-08:002013-11-30T23:31:23.330-08:00Greg - yes, well... yes. I shave when I can find t...Greg - yes, well... yes. I shave when I can find the time (and motivation) to do so. If I included the seasons in that calculation I might become an honorary member of ZZ Top.<br /><br />Thank you for another entry in Uruk's tale. I'm finding it very fascinating :DMarchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-53351873908307674642013-11-26T01:02:51.824-08:002013-11-26T01:02:51.824-08:00You shaved just as Winter's starting? That so...You shaved just as Winter's starting? That sounds backwards.... Max is probably just fascinated to find that his Daddy had been hiding under that beard all this time :)<br />So... today's story is based on reality? ;-) I like how peaceful the description is, with the last line delivering a little sting to wake the reader up and get them wondering what's going to happen next. The third paragraph is really good in particular.<br /><br /><b>The trail</b><br />Uruk looked around the dungeons wondering if there would be an obvious way out. A well-worn path trodden by the gaoler perhaps, or a convenient hand-carved wooden sign saying "This way to the executions". In fact he rather hoped there would be such a sign as they fetched a tidy sum at the Sunday 'Artefacts and Bric-a-brac' fayre in Little Codton. But no; the Lich-King's dungeons were dank, damp and dismal, and clearly the Beholder Queen never came down here to suggest a little chintz, some curtains, or at least a periodic cleaning.<br />He sniffed cautiously; the odours he found in dungeons were rarely appetising, and when they were it just meant some poor soul was being roasted alive. Ah, there was an unusual note for anyone's dungeon: lilac! Perhaps the Beholder Queen did come down here after all.<br />He sniffed again, and set to following the scent trail.Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com