it's like...a horror movie. 'Sheeee's baaaa-aackk....' *puppet tilts head*
I HATE PUPPETS
this is probably going to be a very random blog
1) I cannot vent my feelings, so I vent my feelings by being random.
yep. plus, I like this format, of lots of spacing and emptiness...and random is easier to read.
So I've really been working on Reflection, my first NaNo novel.
I printed out a list of 4 plots for NaNo that my parents are going to read and choose. Dad chose number 2, which is super cool. Then again, I love all of them.
I know JOSH wanted to read the POW plot forEVER ago...(I'm really sorry) so here it is, then I believe I shall go. This came straight from my Idear Book.
loves!!
- s ♥
War between Sireens (bad) and Holmanites (good).
20 POWs in a small room; 3 windows on back wall and 1 on side wall. Nailed shut but are constantly being re-nailed because POWsknock out glass; no glass will stay through the constant pounding, so it has to be changed at least three times a day. (Magic on glass has no effect on Holmanites; Sireens cast it)
Evin Haniti is the youngest of the POWs and has the least experience. Everyone else has tried numerous times to escape and is causing so much trouble that the enemy is preparing a solitary room, made of stone with no windows, for them to be transferred. On the last day a couple of guards leave the room after replacing the glass in two of the windows. They come into the room every 20 minutes to check on the POWs; this gives them privacy for restroom and quiet for SHORT naps. (One of the POWs has been killed for choking a guard to death when he was checking on them alone – there were orig. 21 POWs. Because of this, the guards never do rounds alone anymore.)
The glass has badly wounded the others (attempting to jump out, throwing themselves against it, etc.), so they turn to Haniti (who was acting as a last resort of desperation), who was petrified of the 30-foot jump to the stone paths. Since there are only 20 minutes to make some type of rope to help him down, they all strip their bed sheets and shirts, tying them together. It is barely long enough, and by the time Haniti reaches the ground (in broad daylight), he has only 5 minutes left to flee – AFTER climbing over the barbed-wire topped fence. The magic coating on it has no effect on him, since the Holmanites have a natural resistance to it, but the wire tears the skin on his left knee to the bone.
By now the guards see that the window is broken yet again and after checking the list to verify that everyone is present, they find Haniti is missing. Using a type of magic to see if he is in the boundaries of the camp, they realize he has is not and immediately send out extra soldiers to find him. Haniti, by now, has reached the border of the Coach, a dreary black forest where the trees have minds of their own. He was hurt and frightened. Mentally disordered to some degree from the solitude of the room and ill treatment, he collapses to rest and sleeps on and off for a few days. The trees, after he awakens, attempt to kill him so they can turn him into food using magic, but Haniti stops them, explaining that once he gets the backup soldiers ready, they will defeat the Sireens and free the trees of the Coach from the enemy’s grasp. This sounds like a good idea to them, and they get bored of Haniti (who doesn’t try to run away, which all the fun really), plus he promised to free them), so they ignore him (conceited!)
Haniti finds his way out and makes his way to the fort of Holmanites (after some peril) and the backup troops get started on invading the Sireen POW camp. Haniti came down with some sickness and was unconscious for several days, but they would not let him go even after he was well again. Feeling it was his duty as a soldier to help his men, he escaped one night, ran through the Coach while the trees slept, and met the troops encamped underground, where the Sireens’ magic could not track them. They came up with a plan there, and since Haniti knew his way around at least a little better than they, he was the leader.
With their mass of soldiers they killed every guard on the way, and more Holmanites split up to kill the ones outside. The four remaining Holmanites, now in the solitary stone room,were dragged out and, having gone a little insane, had to be bribed to stay quiet. Haniti and a few other men carried the weak soldiers back through the Coach (shortcut) to the Holmanite fort. Since the majority of the Sireens in this particular camp were guards (therefore killed), they were outnumbered and the Holmanites won the final battle. Haniti took care of the trees, who unfortunately remained conceited and snobby, but since the war was finally over and victory had been gained, who cares about trees?
Sent from Josh/Spitfires/Homer ( rant on internet anoynmity)
I didn't know you had posted! I use my friends page to keep up with everybody and it seems like there was a deluge of posts which pushed your post out the back before I checked my blog- no wait! Solution found!
You posted while I was away in Canberra meeting politicians! I wasn't on my blog for a full week while in Canberra and you slipped through the cracks!
So that's what happened. True story.
Very good story. But... I would like to read the whole story now! It sounds like it's full of wit.
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Hey, Svenja! I haven't heard from you in forever how are you! How is your writing coming? Are you doing NaNoWriMo this year? If so what's your novel about?
I'm definitely doing it this year - just waiting for it to start! (only eight days, btw! :D) My novel is the gypsy one I was writing a while ago, but never finished. :)
What ever happened to your first NaNo novel, anyway? Weren't you trying to get it published a while ago? O.o
I live in another world and am unable to stay focused on anything without spacing out. Plots and characters are basically the only things that go through my mind. BEWARE - DANGEROUS, SENSELESS THINGS AWAIT YOU SHOULD YOU READ FORTH. And should you read forth, you will discover the life of a sun-bleached blonde, fantasy-crazed, overly creative, medieval-obsessed girl whom nobody can really figure out. (I would turn back if I were you, but then again, is that not the beauty of curiosity?)
• Editing Hath No Man, my 2nd NaNoWriMo Novel (2008) set in the year 1318. 'Tis the tale of the traveling minstrel, Isolda de Brithael of Normandy, and her adventures and romances!
• Rewriting Reflection, my first NaNo Novel.
• The Vivian Story (temporary unoriginal name, lacking a plotline. I let it take care of itself.)
• Shadowbeckon, the first book in the (fantasy) Laorothis Sequence. Introduction to the charries and main plotline - how Perrin and Mathus Amethyst flee to survive the war with the Shadonae, the horrible creatures of darkness.
• Juliana's Muse - the tale of a sixteen-year-old novelist-in-progress and her muse, Alice.
• Coming soon
I live in another world and am unable to stay focused on anything without spacing out. Plots and characters are basically the only things that go through my mind. BEWARE - DANGEROUS, SENSELESS THINGS AWAIT YOU SHOULD YOU READ FORTH. And should you read forth, you will discover the life of a sun-bleached blonde, fantasy-crazed, overly creative, medieval-obsessed girl whom nobody can really figure out. (I would turn back if I were you, but then again, is that not the beauty of curiosity?)
