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.

Free to Wander - Live Writing

"Thief!  Guards, Guards!"  The vendor pointed at the young woman as she meandered through the market stalls.

Abrya took no note of the man's shouting.  She was sure what ever thief was about would soon be caught.  No, today she was in amazement.  Last night she had received her full name, Abrya Moonsong.  Today, was her first day to wander on her own.  She had never been so excited in her life.  Many did not get their first wander in a city.

The caravan traveled across the lands going where ever the dragons led them.  Lately, it seemed as if they would wander alone in the wilds, forever.  The caravan had been going north for a month now. She had no idea what lay north but the dragons were all headed that way.  Usually the caravan stayed in the warmer southern lands.

Abrya cried out in fright when a large metal hand grabbed a hold of her arm.  She looked up to see a large man with a mostly metal face.  Her fear instantly forgotten, she attempted to reach up to touch the metal over his nose to see if it was riveted into his skin.