Creative writing exercise for December 18, 2009
Setting for your story: at an arcade
Starting phrase for your story: It could be said that she was
Four words you must include in your story:
Overgrown
Simpleton
Alluring
Swamp
It could be said she was a child born under an accursed star. A comet shot through the velvety midnight sky, scattering a glittering wake behind, the night she drew her first breath of summer air. A portend for sure disaster, certainly. But to look at her now, an alluring beauty whose smile instantly garnered love and adoration, one would never have accused her of the title: harbinger of accursed disaster.
Thom wasn't so sure as the swamp ooze slurped and popped whenever he tugged his booted foot from the musty, decaying area—an arcade of overgrown skelatal trees draped with with hanging moss. He'd been accused of being a simpleton and, after this mad wild hart chase, he might not argue the point. When she's come to him at the Harborsafe Inn with tales of rescue and damsels in need, he'd jumped right on the opportunity to shed his ho-hum chores and do something adventurous. And dare he say it? Heroic. He stared at Simara's back as she plowed ahead with her testing staff. Hard to feel heroic with sopping stockings and mud up to your knees. Ol' Barus had warned him against harrying off into the wilds with a stranger baring unverified tales. But then what did Ol' Barus know? He'd never stepped outside the boundaries of the city of Porten. Apparently, he knew more than Thom had given him credit for.
“Ok, tell me again why--” She cut him off with a sharp slash of her hand and a finger to her lips. She pointed and whispered, “there between—ahhh!”
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