The Wooden Door - A Live Write!

Live Write Challenge Given by Breana McKee

1) A bold merchant with a catty mouth.
2) The forgotten dungeon in a secret wall of a castle (or hidden in a forest!).
3) Representation of a mute, or the cause of turning someone mute (perhaps the removing of tongues)?
4) A golden eyed feline sculpture — "Said to send one into a spiral of deep depression if one stares into its eyes too long - You can either see your demise, or your soul. Either way it upsets them all.

 

Marden spotted the wanderer the moment he stepped into the line of stalls where the merchant had set up.  You had to watch the little creatures.  Fortunately, their method of colorful and often mismatched dress made spotting them easy.  They looked like young teenage humans for the most part except that their eyes were a little more almond shaped, and they had a slight point to their ears.  That was not what made them dangerous.  Wanderers believed in trading fairly.  The problem was that they did not hold value to items in the same way that most others did.  They might give you a worthless, albeit very colorful, feather in hopes of receiving a gold bracelet.  Trying to explain the lack of value to the item usually ended in frustration for the merchant.

Silence is Golden! - Live Write

This Live Write Challenge was issued by Kay Davis



Items given:  A goblin, an old well, someone has lost their way, rusty toy


Please note: Live writes are not edited other than simple spell and grammar checks.

Desrelle sat with her back against the old well.  She had been lost for over an hour, and so far she had only found this well.  Twice!  She was not sure how she managed to lose herself.  Wanderers did not get lost.  She would deny it to any that dared to accuse her of such a thing.  No, not lost, she decided. She had just found two different ways that she did not wish to travel.

Position Open for Sheriff - Live Writing Exercise!

The sound of the creaking wood and the rhythmic tapping was the first of Brandwil's realizations. The second was the fact his hands were chained above his head to a wall.  Confusion surged through him as he groaned.  The third realization as that his chest was on fire and his head pounded with a deafening headache.  It seemed to surge with the tapping that seemed close.

"Hello?" he called.  He used his arms to try to work off the blindfold that he could feel on his face. 

"Ah yes, he awakens." The voice sounded weak and old.  "Such timely coming you have made."  The hiss of the voice made it somewhat ominous.

Brandwil tried to recall how he had come to be here.  He had been out at the Jensen's homestead. There had been three children dead with no signs of what had caused their demise.  The only thing Mrs. Jensen had been able to tell him was that the children had spoken of a strange nest they had found the night before.  Despite the level of her grief, Brandwil had been able to get from the distraught mother the directions the children had spoken of before they went to bed.

The Jeweled Serpent - Live Writing!

     "He went this way."  One of the guards pointed down the darkened street of Drygate.

     "You had best be sure," the second guard snarled.  "If he gets away, it will be us on the stone for certain."

     Neither took note of the old washer woman, bent with age and struggling to hang her wash.  The two men hurried down the street looking for their prey.  The woman watched till they turned around the corner then pulled a bag from beneath the wet laundry.

     Khor had not had long, but the old woman had been more than happy to let him hang her laundry in exchange for the use of her cowled cloak.  He slipped back through the stone door and winked at her as he handed her the garment.  "I hung a fair bit of it.  You take care, elder.  I would hate for you to run a foul of those guards."  He slipped a piece of medure into her hand.  "That should keep you fed for a good while.  Just tell the trader, you found it in the sewer."

     The woman looked up at him; her eyes blank from years in the dark underground city.  "You be the one best be careful.  The priests' guards do not give up easily, and there is but one way out of the city."

     "I will try to avoid their arms."  Khor  kissed her hand gallantly and after checking the street, slipped out the door.