Get This Thing Going Again
Mar. 1st, 2009 12:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravensweptAfter almost three years of n-o-t-h-i-n-g I'm ready to get back into actually writing. It doesn't matter if no one ever sees this. I just need to do it.
And to start, a small snippet from a short I'm working on.
"W-why," she started to ask, gathering her falling robe closer to her chest, "of the five of us, why was I chosen?"
"Chosen?" Curz chuckled. The throaty chuckle erupted into outright laughter, the demon enjoying what seemed to be the first amusement he'd had in decades. His tail flicked side to side as he crossed the circle to tower over her, his yellow eyes taking in her form. "You are sadly, heh, sadly mistaken. You weren't, by any means, 'chosen'." He blew a thin smoke trail at her, and her robe quickly burned and dissolved in her hands.
"You're simply the one who didn't die."
And to start, a small snippet from a short I'm working on.
"W-why," she started to ask, gathering her falling robe closer to her chest, "of the five of us, why was I chosen?"
"Chosen?" Curz chuckled. The throaty chuckle erupted into outright laughter, the demon enjoying what seemed to be the first amusement he'd had in decades. His tail flicked side to side as he crossed the circle to tower over her, his yellow eyes taking in her form. "You are sadly, heh, sadly mistaken. You weren't, by any means, 'chosen'." He blew a thin smoke trail at her, and her robe quickly burned and dissolved in her hands.
"You're simply the one who didn't die."