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Post by Galuwen on Aug 3, 2009 19:33:34 GMT -6
OK, class you assignment is this...
Write a story, as if you were one of the women hiding in the cave under Helm's Deep during the Orc battle. Describe your fears, worries for love ones, your child you must comfort, etc. Really think what it would be like.
Post them here...
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Post by Nienna Greenleaf of Mirkwood on Aug 6, 2009 12:32:08 GMT -6
Are you wanting us to write the complete story, beginning to end, or is it more like an RP where we write a little and then wait for the next person? And how long should it be? I just want to know this before I start because I can tend to get a little carried away sometimes. lol
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Post by Galuwen on Aug 6, 2009 20:13:21 GMT -6
It;s like a story but only write about you. You don't have to wait for anyone.It could be the whole Helm's Deep scene or just a little. That does not matter. The whole point is to practice writing real emotions. It will help you better your Fan Focus as well as rpgs.
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Post by Nienna Greenleaf of Mirkwood on Aug 9, 2009 10:03:25 GMT -6
Hmm ok. I'll try a little. But I can't promise too much. I don't feel so creatively inclined at the moment, but it'll do me good to do a little.
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Cold. So very cold. Wet--where was all the dripping coming from? Scared. Children and mothers shivered against the onslaught of their fears. Honest fears brought on by the madness of Sauron's disciples, raging war above their heads. Were they safe--truely safe--in this jeweled-wall tomb? I couldn't be sure. Our great sovreign King Theoden had ordered us down here, so that we might outlast the worst and be safe until it was over. No one was supposed to die, not like this. No one had ever suspected the powerful Saruman would side with the Dark Lord. It wasn't--it wasn't supposed to be like this! Have to get out. Must escape. Can't take it. This way lay madness. What was that noise? "They're breaking in!"
Eowyn, alone of all the woman, stayed cool and sure, the only steady person in a sea of panicking females and their children. What was going to happen to us?
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Post by Nienna Greenleaf of Mirkwood on Aug 28, 2009 16:53:53 GMT -6
Darkness everywhere, a heavy blanket over my consciousness. "Where am I?" I attempt to utter, but my cracked lips are barely able even to form the silent words. A damp cloth is thrust into my mouth. Instinctively I know I am expected to drink of it. I obey. Another cloth is caressed to my forehead, a gesture done with kindness; I know that there is safety here. The ground beneath me is soft and warm, the air sweet with herbs. I inhale the intoxicating scent of healing lavender. My eyes see only blackness. When will the veil be lifted? My legs feel too weak to move. I must leave this haven, must get revenge on the one who put me here. Eru: May his name be cursed forever! Thinking the name sends a thrill of hatred through me. I hate him. He killed my family, tried to kill me. Left me for dead simply to make me suffer, believing I would die like a weaker elf might. But I am stronger than he thought, and I will return. I will swoop down on him with a hundred strong and snatch away his most precious family. An eye for an eye. So it shall be done.
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