Writing Exercises

Walls of Stone

Hey! It's been a while, hasn't it. I've been actually writing for my Warriors fics, and putting all my energy into that. I've got plans and schedules to write a whole bunch of new stuff, so look forward to that.

This is something that I dug up from one of my old writing sprees with @Hatsunation on here. Enjoy it! I am normal text and my friend is bold.

~Blaze

Prompt: Just a picture. We might have had a time limit, but I can't remember it. Probably 6 minutes.

Walls of Stone

There was a sleepy little town blanketed in fog that resided on the edge of a cliff. The buildings were piled atop each other in such a way that they were all equally hanging off in the chasm below.

No one ever saw anyone that lived there, nor did anyone see anyone go there. It was for these reason that the daring young lad decided to see what exactly was hidden away in this town. It wasn't as though there were an horrid rumors about the place. It was just... there. Maybe there'd be treasure or some sort of lost magic to be found. Whatever lay wait there, it was his for the taking.

With the sun shining as brightly as it could through the palpable mist, he set out for the teetering village. The path to the entrance was badly eroded, vine, moss and a number of different lichen grew everywhere. The rocks were loose in many places, causing his steps to fumble and his stride to turn from confident to wary.

Yet he trekked on, longing fiercely for whatever mysteries hid beyond the doors.

He approached the gate, taking in the thick, wooden door. Why did this clearly abandoned place have such a sturdy, new door? It was a suspicious stain on such a desolate, crumbling ruin. But it was no matter; he had brought the tools to climb over the wall, and the strength to do so.

And climb he did. The trek was long and arduous, in a way that made his legs ache but his resolve strengthened. By the time he reached the top of what had looked from the ground to be a very short castle, he was covered in sweat and panting heavily. Eagerly, he slung one leg over the wall and peered for the first time over the edge.

What he saw made him smile.

They stood, staring straight at him, what looked like some of the most beautiful creatures that he had ever seen. Seven beautiful ladies, cloaked in white gowns and hair braided back with flowers adorning each loop.

They seemed to be entreating him to come closer, their arms wide and inviting him into their warm embrace. They green eyes, so large, full and innocent, beckoned him closer. They called to him while he scaled down the wall impossibly fast, bringing him closer and closer to their love.

If only he could tear his eyes away from their faces. If only he could see the multitudes of people joyfully dancing beyond them, notice their staggering, the smiles torn into their faces with their bulging eyes and hanging entrails telling a different tale of their plight. If only he could see their endless suffering. But he was trapped in their trance, lost to their mind games.

And just as everyone else who journeyed to the castle, he too became trapped behind the walls of stone.