The Daily Dose Of Boredom Book

Kelsey

I have writers block in the sense that I can never finish my stories or write my own.
So here's a taste of my writing:
30 km from the town of Perth, I had inherited 10 Hectares of forrest and wild life with a small palace and a few dozen cottages that now made up a small village. The palace had fallen into disrepair, nothing that couldn't be fixed, and the cottages used to belong to servants family's that used to live there. The original family's still lived there, the others were all humans and supernaturals alike that took refuge, and a cousin of mine that was illegitimate like me. My father had a sister that vanished after he was born leaving him to die in the woods. One of the family's were a line of powerful witches that had braught him back from the brink. The youngest girl was 24 and baron, she raised him and even though he never showed any kind of talent in magic its self he had been very talented at writing spells, creating healing pastes and brews. He was 18 now and very well known in the supernatural world as an alchemist, often being visited by witches, humans, vampires and werewolves the world over for help with spells and curses. He was endowed with werewolf blood but showed no interest in activating the curse.

The family of witches chose to stay in the service of my family, they were family, they hardly left the land as it was spelled so only they could use magic on it. They had served my family and lived on this land for 350 generations, always being awarded positions of power in the household; keeping ledgers, throwing party's, securing finances, attending to our many businesses, acting as carer's and some of them were assigned to a specific a family member. They each had to serve a ten year from the age of 18, but because they out numbered us so greatly they were very seldom called to fill their ten year under someone and those that were called usually voluntered first. Their family had once out numbered my family 30:1 with over 270 of them, 90 of whom were witches, and only 9 of us. That was over a 1000 years and while still out numbering us it was now only by 8:1, 5 of whom where witches. Their style of magic was an ancient kind that I suspected would sadly die with them. The 16 descendants came from 3 surviving lines; 7 Macintoshes, 4 Yangs and the 6 that held the original name Crawson.

The Crawsons always claimed a witch in the generation. There were actually 5 Crawson witches; Tulip, Gardner, Olivia, Tuin, Victor and me. Tulip Olivia Crawson, now 48, was the younger sister of Gardner Crawson and the one that raised Anges. Gardner Crawson was the oldest at 54, he had maried a girl named Torri, now 60, and had had 3 children. Victor Mathew Crawson and Tuin Luke Crawson were the twins at 26 years of age, Victor being the oldest by 3 minutes. Olivia Crawson was the youngest of the 3 siblings by nearly 10 years, they were all very protective of each other. They always knew where each other were at all times. My fathers father was the same father of Gardner and Tulip. No one knew that but our 2 family's.

For y'all that have no idea what that was about- that awesome piece of writing was done by my boo The_Experiment_Zech who is a really good author. She is amazing and her books don't get enough love so I convinced her to come and promote her account here. Do yourself and her a favour and go check her out!

Stay awesome!
Jem.