Okay I wasnt tagged in anything, just wanted to share a snippet after being compelled to tweek it a bit when I got up. {funny how we dream our stories into existence}. They say as a reader, the author has only a couple of pages to grab their attention. Lets see if this grabs you... This is the start of chapter one from my post-apocalyptic / bio-mod / dark sci-fi project: CHRONICLES OF THE TOURIN ASSASSINS The aged man sat, motionless in the large leather wingback chair. The fireplace crackled and hissed as a fresh load of logs were eaten away by its flames, giving off a comforting warm glow to the ever dark world he existed in. The heat from it warmed one side of his face while two leathery fingers worried the temple of the other side. His gaze cast out somewhere between where he sat and the matching chair, now empty, mirrored across from him. His thoughts never present, night after night reliving his shame. His existence purely for watching and waiting for a sign that would give him the chance if not to redeem himself, to at the least rid the world of the monsters he’d created. The brandy sniffer in his hand was drained more than an hour ago. He craved another, yet didn’t bother to get up to refill it. Too caught up in his haunting mind to bother. It was for the best. Brandy was hard to come by. Even with a vineyard just outside the ancient fortress that was both home and prison. Best to savor the treasured liquid rather than waste it, trying to drown in it for an escape that would never happen for him. He sat like any crumpled man would, his elbow propped up on the armrest and his chin in hand. Those two fingers absently continued to strum the length of his temple as if to coax from his brain what could not be gotten. His eyes melded into the amber light that crept across the carpet like a shadow as if it were a looking glass into the past. The tapestry design seemed to move after long boughs of staring, meaningless illusions of sight. However, in his mind, he could see his past. He could even hear the conversation of that day as if it were just yesterday— ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Lets start a new peaCOCKing tag. Share the first 1-3 paragraphs of either ch 1 or the prologue and then tag a few friends. Dont forget to past your snippet in this thread too, so that I and my friends can read it! To get this kick started I have tags more than a few, so dont be a rotten sport and pass a chance to peacock.
Posted on: Sat, 01 Feb 2014 13:20:41 +0000
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