D is for.. (and A and B and C!)

D is for... Daring
The dive was dauntingly ambitious. The turbulent waves below called mockingly as if in challenge to the pale soft flesh above. Thoughts ran in circles around her head, as unable to be still and silent as the relentless tide below. Strong fingers run through cropped short hair and rub salty breezes from open glazed eyes, the horizon did not seem so far away. One small step towards the invincible line that ruled all. One small step. The air rushing around snapped material tightly around her figure, whipped her hair like rats tails against her tightly squeezed eyes. Scrunched toes met icy oblivion, biting at her limbs. Her eyelashes darkened as water pervades through to open glazed eyes. A pull on strong muscles defeating the thick density of the foe, a gasp of precious air. Breakthrough.  

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C is for... Command
Thick black smoke pervades through invisible sustenance.
Delicate pastel flowers surround an exhausted, great, felled oak,
Dancing flames lick and char, while playful rain runs paths on leaves.
Gentle winds and earthy allure play divine games across humble lands,
When roaring flame and surging seas take their cruel command.

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B is for... Bumble Bee
Buzzing bumbling bumble bee, 
busy bumbling by.
By buzzing, bees boast big bristles,
brushing, blushing bluebells.


I wanted to see if I could write something using only Bs!

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A is for... Aardvark
The poor little Aardvark is so readily scorned,
The first in the dictionary, and so often adorned
with the misnaming of Anteater, when it is not really so.
But really, if you must begin with not one A but two,
Well then, there you go!

'The aardvark (Orycteropus afer) (afer: from Africa) is a medium-sized, burrowing, nocturnal mammal native to Africa. It is the only living species of the order Tubulidentata, although other prehistoric species and genera of Tubulidentata are known.'

Hope you enjoyed my variety of titbits! Sorry It's all in one load, -slaps wrists. See you tomorrow!
Em x

Opening New Worlds

Hello all! I have just finished writing a piece for a new world and character I have created, what do you think?

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Zai Brandon lay on the hot grey sand, unconsciously trickling lost empires through his slender fingers. He had his eyes shut, beyond his thick green goggles, as defence against the fiery rage of the huge red sun that dominated the sky. Still his face was creased against the light and he turned his head to one side, gently laying an arm across his burning skin. He was surrounded for miles by mountainous dunes of grey dust. The last remainders of unimaginable prosperity, he had been told. Now his own town was the largest to be found in a three day radius. Zai sat up, squinting at the green tinted horizon through his goggles. They were flashing various numbers and information on the screen floating before his eyes, and he cycled through the weather forecasts. Nothing to see. Sighing, Zai stood stretching his long limbs in fluid movements, and yawned at the saturated sky. He picked up his lovingly crafted board, perfectly shaped to shoot through the dusty air like a fish in the water. He powered it up, watching the green lights illuminating the surface flicker on in succession. Zai looked up and scanned the horizon once again, watching the red numbers change with the rolling terrain. The goggles had been a prize from his first boarding contest, he'd always shown promise, even as a kid. 

As Zai easily stepped onto the gently humming board that hovered a span from the sand, he begin to drift along, feeling the gently cooling effect of the wind, whispering past his face. He grinned to himself, pulled the thin scarf he wore around his neck over his mouth, and kicked back on the accelerator. He had to admire his workmanship as the board seamlessly zoomed forwards, responding to his gentle leaning with swooping curves. He drifted to a stop, scanning the horizon to find the perfect place to practice. Suddenly the numbers on the screen began to falter, as if unsure of their accuracy. 20...36..07. Zai panicked. He had never seen fluctuation so large! He winced as the numbers grew higher. Sure enough, as expected the sound of sirens begun to drone through the thick air. It was a stifling and oppressive sound, a reminder of the imbalance of power. The winds would come, and no one ever would return. Zai felt a sincere and drowning dread flood his body. He was hours from home, there was nowhere to go. He closed his eyes, willing the pervasive sound of the siren to leave. Still it penetrated his panicked thoughts, chasing them away to be utterly useless. He scanned the horizon again, tears of desperation leaking down his face. No one ever came back from a sand storm. Yet he could have sworn he saw a glint on the horizon, a faint glimmer of hope that fought through the repeating sirens, floating on the rising winds. The bunker. He stepped forward on his board, fighting through the biting wind, gnawing at his skin. He headed directly over the towering dunes towards the bunker, and directly towards the growing, billowing, clouds of black dust, clouds of oblivion. They were growing enormous and monstrous, moving faster than possible. Spinning up the air, and engulfing it's purity. Zai gritted his teeth against the pain of a million tiny grains hitting his skin, and pushed his body and his board to the limit, to beat the monster of nature. He rocked from side to side, as if in a boat on turbulent seas, but still he moved forwards, using his weight to precariously propel himself. Just a few more seconds to safety, just a few more to potential oblivion. 

Zai jumped off his board and dragged it with him as he dived for the steel door emerging from the sand. his fingers numbly, desperately punched in the emergency code, and the door slid open to the safety air lock. Zai gasped as he threw himself into the space, inhaling particles and choking. The door slid shut with a slam, which echoed in the confined area. Zai collapsed his heart racing and his throat dry from the grit. Once he had recovered a little, he opened the second door to reveal a sight of comfort and safety. A blissful smile crossed his face as he swept his blond hair out of his face and removed his goggles to reveal expressive green eyes. It had been close, but he was alive.

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Thanks, Em :)

Dear Patient Followers

I do apologise, I have been gone for so very long! Due to a mass of school work and A level fun I've been rather swamped and unable to post. However do not fear, I have returned! I can't promise to be hugely reliable though!


So to make up for my time away, I am posting two extracts from a role play I was part of a little while ago:


May slowly undressed, allowing the tears to fall freely down her cheek. She tasted the warm, salty moistness on her lips, and lightly dashed away the flow, feeling the softness of her skin. She stood at the window, only her undergarments protecting her modesty to the darkness of the night. As she stood, she began to feel the elation of her change, the tingling sensation in her limbs. She closed her eyes, leaning back her head, and breathing a little shallowly. She felt a long shiver travel down her back, and through her arms and legs like a bolt of energy. May opened her eyes, their intensive green starring out harshly into the night. She found herself on the windowsill, poised in perfect balance. She felt the strength in her muscles and the absolute sensitivity in her awareness. The change was complete. 
May dived. There was no fear, no sense of being out of control now. She pulled up, feeling the wind driving upwards on her wings. The massive eagle form spiralling upwards far above the city and the clouds into the eternity of the night sky. May was eventually free, in her eagle form, she was able to use all her senses to a point unimaginable to the human mind. She could feel every twisting thread of wind, laughing and twirling around her, as if playful children. She could hear the roar of the sea, angry and violent, and the gentle song of the whispering wind, amongst the fragile leaves. She could taste the bitter salt of the sea air, reminiscent of her bitter tears just minutes before, yet it seemed so simple now, the tears so unnecessary when compared to the enormity of nature. Most treasured of all, was May's emphasised sense of sight, she embraced it and it made her life worth living. Every night when she flew on the winds, the sight of the world from so far above filled her with a wonder and joy unachievable through any earthly pleasures. The mountains and the valleys seemed to be a continuous form, reaching up to the heavens and down to the core of the earth, the forests reached out their arms for miles, spreading their thick coats over the luscious green skin, moist and full of the goodness of life. May glided, feeling every heightened sense of the world come together to paint a picture of beauty and serenity. This view of the world, the beauty of nature that those looking from the perspective of mankind could never truly see, was her secret, all hers, and she treasured it more than life itself. 
May spent much of the night hunting, appreciating the thrill that is the chase, and the relish in the triumphant catch. After staying as long as she felt she could she flew back to the city, enjoying the flight home somewhat childishly, swooping and catching herself before the fall. Upon reaching the city, she slowed, carefully navigating, as she had so many times before, to her home. She stealthily arrived, feeling the power drain from her as she entered through the open windows. May felt the shivers and the draining of her senses, she contorted her face, and curled up into an embryonic form as the elation left. This transformation was not so pleasant as the first, convulsions wreaking her body as she felt the weak frailty of the human form returned to her. She shed one more bitter tear, out of frustration and pain that she could not just stay bound to the freedom of her other self, before collapsing onto the soft, silk sheets in a state of exhaustion. The secret was all hers.


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Upon escaping the marketplace, May swiftly made her way up to an isolated graveyard, hidden through a passage of leafy trees and tall grass. May was glad she had worn her practical clothing. There was rarely anyone there, and if they were they often left upon her presence. May entered a stone family crypt, a monumental structure containing several graves and two intricately carved alters to leave prayers to Lleweyln and Conor, the forbidden lovers. May sighed and knelt before them as she always did mouthing the familiar devotion- 

'Mother above, May you rise in the morning, and give us your warmth and your guidance.Father above, May you light through the darkness, and and show us the path to your truth. Portaere lae lucae di guidae di amore ci, - May the light of love guide us in darkness.'
- 'How appropriate' she mused cynically. 

May bowed her head - so few came here and said the devotion anymore, the words once echoed freely through the holy crypt, but now the words sounded hollow and lonley, unheard and uncared for. May sighed and brushed away a tear. She stepped out the crypt and looked around before darting into a secret stairway leading to a small bell tower. She quickly pulled off her clothes, and stood in the chill wind in her undergarments, shivering from the cold and fear of discovery. She briefly bundled up her clothes, tying a sturdy knot in the leather cloth and attaching the bundle around her leg, it would feel lighter soon enough. May closed her eyes willing the tingling magic sensation to overcome her, to corse through her veins and transform her. The sensation was brief, the process was easier, but then she had been using the magic more recently, building her will and her stamina. May thought only of the destination as she flew in her eagle form, ignoring the playful wind and snaking forest. She followed the winding river back to a of the tributary mouth, a idylic clearing, rocky caves surrounded by exotic fruits and rainforest, there was a cooling lake with a small waterfall over a hidden cave - it was there she was aiming, and she shot to the earth good and true. The giant eagle form landed in the lake, splashing around cleaning her feathers and enjoying the cool water after the rapid flight. After a short while May reluctantly let the feeling of magic bring her back to earth back to the human that she was - after all she had work to do. She lay in her weakened stated, exposed in her revealing undergarments on the banks of the lake, letting the wind dry her body of the effort. She had found this isolated oasis upon flying some time ago and had rested in the caves. After exploring for quite some time she had discovered a previously inhabited cave. There were provisions and strange ancient languages scratched forcefully into the wall. Tribal patterns drawn on the floor, which tasted of magic, the cave had a sinister echo and May had left afraid of what she may discover. Well she had run for long enough, she had a nasty feeling that deep down she knew who the inhabitants were and that it had been the footsteps of her destiny to find the cave that day all that time ago. May sat up as the exhaustion trickled away from her leaving her with more inquistitiveness. Suddenly May froze, she did not cover herself up, she not not move a muscle at all, for she had a terrible feeling that something in the darkness, something with no good intention was watching her, and waiting to pounce.


There you go! Hope you enjoyed that little insight into one of my fantasy characters!