Posted September 24, 2013
I love writing. I love making stories, telling them to whoever listens, writing them down and eventually stash them somewhere. Even though I'm not very good at it, it's something I enjoy. As a kid, I made up complex plots for all the outdoor plays (I don't know what the word is in English, but the ones where you get a bunch of kids together and whack each others with a wooden sword. If the same thing was made with adults, it'd be LARP)
My first writing venture was a fantasy story I wrote when I was 15. I never finished it, but I do have the raw draft somewhere. It was about a young man who rose up the ranks in the military, set in medieval fantasy. Kinda cliché.
And recently I've been getting the itch to write again. I usually "see" images in my head (no, not the insane ones), sort of like scenes from a movie, or a play. Usually I just skip them, but this latest one has been stuck in my head for ages, and maybe it's time to just write it down. Who knows what it ends up being like. Maybe it'll be the first one I actually finish.
Here's a tidbit of what I wrote down not long ago
"Magic corrupts. It devours, it makes you addicted. At first, you'll feel like a God, like the ruler of the universe. Nothing can stop you. Then you'll start seeing things, things that are not there. Or are they there? Maybe they're visions? Maybe they're apparitions from behind the veil?
After that you'll begin to hear voices. Voices that try to command you, teach you, guide you or even seduce you. At first, they're there only when you sleep. Soon they'll start to speak to you when you're awake. Ultimately they will overwhelm and take control of you.
There's no escape, everyone who dabbles in magic, dies.They are slowly taken over by being from somewhere behind the veil, behind the sky. Their bodies are used as vessels, a tool.
Magic is addicting, it will take over you. It cannot be defeated, it cannot be bargained with, it cannot be controlled. Or so the scholars say. What if...
...what if they lied?"
My first writing venture was a fantasy story I wrote when I was 15. I never finished it, but I do have the raw draft somewhere. It was about a young man who rose up the ranks in the military, set in medieval fantasy. Kinda cliché.
And recently I've been getting the itch to write again. I usually "see" images in my head (no, not the insane ones), sort of like scenes from a movie, or a play. Usually I just skip them, but this latest one has been stuck in my head for ages, and maybe it's time to just write it down. Who knows what it ends up being like. Maybe it'll be the first one I actually finish.
Here's a tidbit of what I wrote down not long ago
"Magic corrupts. It devours, it makes you addicted. At first, you'll feel like a God, like the ruler of the universe. Nothing can stop you. Then you'll start seeing things, things that are not there. Or are they there? Maybe they're visions? Maybe they're apparitions from behind the veil?
After that you'll begin to hear voices. Voices that try to command you, teach you, guide you or even seduce you. At first, they're there only when you sleep. Soon they'll start to speak to you when you're awake. Ultimately they will overwhelm and take control of you.
There's no escape, everyone who dabbles in magic, dies.They are slowly taken over by being from somewhere behind the veil, behind the sky. Their bodies are used as vessels, a tool.
Magic is addicting, it will take over you. It cannot be defeated, it cannot be bargained with, it cannot be controlled. Or so the scholars say. What if...
...what if they lied?"