So a new bout of insomnia has taken hold and as such I am bored having accidentally left most of my books at my work :S. So I thought we should take it in turns writing a few lines of a book for all those who are keen. I'm keen on it being a gothic fantasy YA fiction? any objections?
The Demon of my Sleepless Dreams
The warmth of my crimson blood which soaked my clothes was a welcome contrast to the cold stones pressed against my face. I had walked through this park countless times and never really noticed the beauty of this place. An impossibly still lake reflected the glow of the moon upon blackened trees with emerald green leaves. Everything was cast in shadow and all that remained were hazy shades of dull colour against a backdrop of black. The delicate embers of subtle life which remained with me were extinguished by the cool howling wind. I realised I had forgotten to close my eyes, I always thought it was the ultimate act of selfishness, allowing a complete stranger to shut the lids of one’s soul. I realise now just how valuable the last moments of colour are to a person, to absorb the beauty of the world and all things taken for granted.
So I thought we should take it in turns writing a few lines of a book for all those who are keen.
I'm keen on it being a gothic fantasy YA fiction? any objections?
The Demon of my Sleepless Dreams
The warmth of my crimson blood which soaked my clothes was a welcome contrast to the cold stones pressed against my face. I had walked through this park countless times and never really noticed the beauty of this place. An impossibly still lake reflected the glow of the moon upon blackened trees with emerald green leaves. Everything was cast in shadow and all that remained were hazy shades of dull colour against a backdrop of black. The delicate embers of subtle life which remained with me were extinguished by the cool howling wind. I realised I had forgotten to close my eyes, I always thought it was the ultimate act of selfishness, allowing a complete stranger to shut the lids of one’s soul. I realise now just how valuable the last moments of colour are to a person, to absorb the beauty of the world and all things taken for granted.