Post by Daae on Apr 16, 2005 19:23:45 GMT -5
For my creative writing class we have to keep a journal, and I'm using mine to write a story. Anyway, I was wondering if I could get some opinions on what I have so far, and what you think of the characters. (How they come across)
15, 3rd Spring, 492 H.E. (Human Era)
Coach ride long an uncomfortable. The other passengers were no help as one was a sleeping old man who snored, and the other two were a young couple who were only interested in each other. And their loudly whispered sweet nothings combined with the old man's snores made writing impossible, so I daydreamed myself away from the rocking coach and its inhabitants. In my dream I was with my family again, my parents and my two brothers, Jonathan and Gabriel, and it was as if nothing had ever happened. There was no storm, no shipwreck. We were all safe at home. I suppose I must have dozed, as the other passengers were gone without my realizing it. And now I write, trying to amuse myself until I reach Feymoor Manor, where I am to live with my father's brother and his wife.
-Rebecca Montmoth
Later
Unless Fate is playing a very cruel joke on me, my fortunes seem to be brightening. Uncle Raoul and Aunt Lucy are very kind, and the servants seem polite and considerate, especially old Arthur, the groom. Feymoor Manor is a beautiful old house made of stone and all covered in ivy. There are many rooms, my favorite of which is a library, and the other is a room full of portraits. More on that room later. My room is on the second floor, and the view from my window seat is lovely. The room is a lovely shade of green, which is a color that has always suited me. Mrs. Harris, the housekeeper, is calling me to supper, and I still haven't washed.
-R.M.
15, 3rd Spring, 492 H.E. (Human Era)
Coach ride long an uncomfortable. The other passengers were no help as one was a sleeping old man who snored, and the other two were a young couple who were only interested in each other. And their loudly whispered sweet nothings combined with the old man's snores made writing impossible, so I daydreamed myself away from the rocking coach and its inhabitants. In my dream I was with my family again, my parents and my two brothers, Jonathan and Gabriel, and it was as if nothing had ever happened. There was no storm, no shipwreck. We were all safe at home. I suppose I must have dozed, as the other passengers were gone without my realizing it. And now I write, trying to amuse myself until I reach Feymoor Manor, where I am to live with my father's brother and his wife.
-Rebecca Montmoth
Later
Unless Fate is playing a very cruel joke on me, my fortunes seem to be brightening. Uncle Raoul and Aunt Lucy are very kind, and the servants seem polite and considerate, especially old Arthur, the groom. Feymoor Manor is a beautiful old house made of stone and all covered in ivy. There are many rooms, my favorite of which is a library, and the other is a room full of portraits. More on that room later. My room is on the second floor, and the view from my window seat is lovely. The room is a lovely shade of green, which is a color that has always suited me. Mrs. Harris, the housekeeper, is calling me to supper, and I still haven't washed.
-R.M.
Twyrch /|\
