First off, the King of Rain is a character from the aforementioned story that I... aforementioned?... in a comment on this blog a while back. He's not a main character by any means, but I like him... so enjoy.
Name: the King of Rain (he can't remember his real name.)
Physical features: He is over eight feet tall. Very slender, but not skinny. His long black hair is always matted down and looks soaking wet. His clothes are always drab and dark. He also has perfect posture. :)
Quirks: Because he loves the rain so much and because the rain loves him, he has the ability to summon the rain at anytime and anywhere. Also, because he loves the rain so much he has taken on some of the characteristics of rain and that is why he cannot remember a vast majority of things. He has a notebook with him to help him remember, but he sometimes forgets that he has the notebook. He was also given a tablet of stone by his mother (he can't remember her name) that was imbued with a remembering spell. Anything that is carved on the stone tablet, he will never forget, but he forgets that he has that too. The only thing he can remember (without the aid of the remembering tablet) is his love of the rain and the rain remembers that it loves him.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Midnight Murder
So I found this old short blurp that I wrote to go along with a picture. And I knew exactly what was happening, but upon rereading it, I realized that it wasn't exactly clear. And my roommate didn't get it. I would love for anyone to read it, and just tell me if they know what the bloody heck is going on. The only things you need to know is that p.Jesse had long black hair and has red eyes, and that the tarot card that predicts death is a skeletal rider on a horse:
She knew her death months before it happened. But, eventually, she convinced herself that she had read the card wrong (Then why did she keep glancing over her shoulder? (surely, it was just because it was halloween... but in a few minutes more, it'd be midnight and technically no longer halloween))...
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p.Jesse's hair billowed slightly in the cold autumn night air. He came to stop the pain- What he was about to do wasn't really his fault. (Or at least that's what he kept telling himself.)
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She was about to close her fortune shop when he walked in... Though she hoped... well, she still wasn't suprised.
"I suppose you're not here for a fortune." she stated.
A melodious laughter danced eerily upon the air, "No," Jesse leered, "No, I'm not."
She sighed, staring at the card displaying the skeletal rider sprawled on the table. "Will... will it hurt?"
Jesse shrugged nonchalantly and replied, "I wouldn't know." But perhaps her expression sparked some fragment of sympathy within him, because he felt compelled to further explain, "I wouldn't have come if you hadn't predicted your own murder."
This was true on more levels than one. When she contemplated these multiple meanings Jesse walked up and brought her head gently against his chest... one might think this an act between lovers, but it was just to muffle her screams.
"You know," she whispered softly, now completely at peace, "I tried to stop you. But I guess is was still inevitable in the end." Jesse winced painfully at this.
"Yes... I know."
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"I wouldn't have come if you hadn't predicted your own murder." Jesse repeated, though there was no longer anyone else alive in the area to talk to. He looked about the chaotic room until he picked up a limp doll. The doll had long black hair and red eyes (Jesse smiled at the familiarity) and three long pins sticking out of it. He pulled each pin out, each pull followed by painful gasp.
"I am sorry," he said to the figure on the floor, after finishing with the doll, "if it counts for anything. But I had to stop the pain. I suppose your trying to stop me was what really sealed your fate..."
And with that, he returned to the night.
She knew her death months before it happened. But, eventually, she convinced herself that she had read the card wrong (Then why did she keep glancing over her shoulder? (surely, it was just because it was halloween... but in a few minutes more, it'd be midnight and technically no longer halloween))...
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p.Jesse's hair billowed slightly in the cold autumn night air. He came to stop the pain- What he was about to do wasn't really his fault. (Or at least that's what he kept telling himself.)
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She was about to close her fortune shop when he walked in... Though she hoped... well, she still wasn't suprised.
"I suppose you're not here for a fortune." she stated.
A melodious laughter danced eerily upon the air, "No," Jesse leered, "No, I'm not."
She sighed, staring at the card displaying the skeletal rider sprawled on the table. "Will... will it hurt?"
Jesse shrugged nonchalantly and replied, "I wouldn't know." But perhaps her expression sparked some fragment of sympathy within him, because he felt compelled to further explain, "I wouldn't have come if you hadn't predicted your own murder."
This was true on more levels than one. When she contemplated these multiple meanings Jesse walked up and brought her head gently against his chest... one might think this an act between lovers, but it was just to muffle her screams.
"You know," she whispered softly, now completely at peace, "I tried to stop you. But I guess is was still inevitable in the end." Jesse winced painfully at this.
"Yes... I know."
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"I wouldn't have come if you hadn't predicted your own murder." Jesse repeated, though there was no longer anyone else alive in the area to talk to. He looked about the chaotic room until he picked up a limp doll. The doll had long black hair and red eyes (Jesse smiled at the familiarity) and three long pins sticking out of it. He pulled each pin out, each pull followed by painful gasp.
"I am sorry," he said to the figure on the floor, after finishing with the doll, "if it counts for anything. But I had to stop the pain. I suppose your trying to stop me was what really sealed your fate..."
And with that, he returned to the night.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
The General Idea
So Juanito Bandito pretty much hit it head in so many words. This story will be based on everything that I'm learning in this class, and it's based on two or three dreams that I've had. So, yes, it will probably seem quite remeniscent to our Christmas trip this year. And yes, the below is a poorly written summary.
The story starts out with Eve, a girl of presumeably ten (age will most likely not be mentioned) on a Christmas trip with her parents where they must stay in the spacious and old house of her great aunt, who stays the winter elsewhere, she also mentions how she wishes her brother were there (I have not yet decided whether her brother is off at war or elsewhere). Personality will start out stubborn and bratty, of course, but a bit on the curious side.
She stays in a seperate room than her parents while at her great aunt's house, an old, creaky room with only an old, creaky lamp for a light. And across from the old, creaky bed is a large mirror, faded around the edges from age. As mirrors sometimes do, it catches the light from the room strangely, making it seem as though it comes from another source on that side. Eve as she falls asleep each night starts having half-dreams about the mirror. Dreams that disturb her for no particular reason. Sometimes an earwig will be crawling up and into her hair in the reflection, and she will begin to wildly begin searching through said hair while her reflective self just stares and smiles. Sometimes, the dreams make no sense to her, for example, one time the reflection reaches through the mirror and gives her a Cloak of Midnight, which is, of course, gone in the morning.
Sometime after the dreams this line will be used: "The only thing keeping me from entering the mirror is my own reflection."
Which, following this quote at some time, she will have one of the strange dreams again, but this time her reflection will be missing. In a dreamlike state, she takes the Cloak of Midnight, which is lying on the dresser, and enters the mirror.
The land which she comes out in is cold, grey, desolate; to put it simply- it's completely dead. Far to her left is a hill, probably a small mountain but it's covered in grey grass and is rounded, so it seems a hill. Far in front of her seems a city of marble, beautiful but dead like the rest of this place. But blocking it are miles upon miles of brambles and thorns. Here, she hears a voice to the right just above her head, it turns out to be a spider (who tells her when she's suprised at his ability of speech, "Oh, all spiders can talk, you just must put them up to your ear to hear them. And no one wants to do that.") who agrees to help her to a point.
The spider is Threy, and serves as the 'guardian' archetype, conviniently telling her of the Spectral Lands, and the ruler over it known as the Phantom King. I won't tell much more past this, because there's a few things that I want to keep mysterious about the rest of it, but to really paraphrase it- she meets Nightmare and Reverie, the King's guards, who serve as their namesakes, they tell her that to escape she must play the King's games. Her brother's mind/soul has also been captured as is being held as a prize to ensure her participation. Eve meets many trials along the way, including riddles and facing contagonists (nightmare and reverie themselves, along with Naught) and having continual help from Threy the spider and Mercutial the perpetually hooded/blindfolded violinist of the King.
And I'm too tired to explain any more. Hopefully I'll start posting the actual story soon.
-P.
The story starts out with Eve, a girl of presumeably ten (age will most likely not be mentioned) on a Christmas trip with her parents where they must stay in the spacious and old house of her great aunt, who stays the winter elsewhere, she also mentions how she wishes her brother were there (I have not yet decided whether her brother is off at war or elsewhere). Personality will start out stubborn and bratty, of course, but a bit on the curious side.
She stays in a seperate room than her parents while at her great aunt's house, an old, creaky room with only an old, creaky lamp for a light. And across from the old, creaky bed is a large mirror, faded around the edges from age. As mirrors sometimes do, it catches the light from the room strangely, making it seem as though it comes from another source on that side. Eve as she falls asleep each night starts having half-dreams about the mirror. Dreams that disturb her for no particular reason. Sometimes an earwig will be crawling up and into her hair in the reflection, and she will begin to wildly begin searching through said hair while her reflective self just stares and smiles. Sometimes, the dreams make no sense to her, for example, one time the reflection reaches through the mirror and gives her a Cloak of Midnight, which is, of course, gone in the morning.
Sometime after the dreams this line will be used: "The only thing keeping me from entering the mirror is my own reflection."
Which, following this quote at some time, she will have one of the strange dreams again, but this time her reflection will be missing. In a dreamlike state, she takes the Cloak of Midnight, which is lying on the dresser, and enters the mirror.
The land which she comes out in is cold, grey, desolate; to put it simply- it's completely dead. Far to her left is a hill, probably a small mountain but it's covered in grey grass and is rounded, so it seems a hill. Far in front of her seems a city of marble, beautiful but dead like the rest of this place. But blocking it are miles upon miles of brambles and thorns. Here, she hears a voice to the right just above her head, it turns out to be a spider (who tells her when she's suprised at his ability of speech, "Oh, all spiders can talk, you just must put them up to your ear to hear them. And no one wants to do that.") who agrees to help her to a point.
The spider is Threy, and serves as the 'guardian' archetype, conviniently telling her of the Spectral Lands, and the ruler over it known as the Phantom King. I won't tell much more past this, because there's a few things that I want to keep mysterious about the rest of it, but to really paraphrase it- she meets Nightmare and Reverie, the King's guards, who serve as their namesakes, they tell her that to escape she must play the King's games. Her brother's mind/soul has also been captured as is being held as a prize to ensure her participation. Eve meets many trials along the way, including riddles and facing contagonists (nightmare and reverie themselves, along with Naught) and having continual help from Threy the spider and Mercutial the perpetually hooded/blindfolded violinist of the King.
And I'm too tired to explain any more. Hopefully I'll start posting the actual story soon.
-P.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
So, I walked into work one day...
I kind of want to start something on this blog. (If that is OK, Miss Phantom.) I think this blog needs more love and needs some good old fashion brainstorming. That is why I propose the following.
So, I walked into work one day...
Finish the sentence. Write something. You can post it in the comment area, or if it gets too big make a separate post for it. Hopefully this will get the creative juices flowing and could lead to some ideas for Miss Phantom. (I still pronounce your name as Pa Hantom in my head, sorry.)
Bot out.
So, I walked into work one day...
Finish the sentence. Write something. You can post it in the comment area, or if it gets too big make a separate post for it. Hopefully this will get the creative juices flowing and could lead to some ideas for Miss Phantom. (I still pronounce your name as Pa Hantom in my head, sorry.)
Bot out.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
About the Story?
So just wanted to add my 2 cents to your blog LOL. Just kidding!
I just wanted to know if your story is going to follow the general nature of the protagonists of the books and learning from your class this semester?...
... You know, where someone finds some mystical portal of sorts...
... and uses it to get to some mystical world...
... and has crazy and sometimes meaningful adventures?
Phantom, you should post just a really general outline-type-thing of a really general storyline idea so that we know what this story is about.
I just wanted to know if your story is going to follow the general nature of the protagonists of the books and learning from your class this semester?...
... You know, where someone finds some mystical portal of sorts...
... and uses it to get to some mystical world...
... and has crazy and sometimes meaningful adventures?
Phantom, you should post just a really general outline-type-thing of a really general storyline idea so that we know what this story is about.
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