I have been contemplating this for a long time and I have finally decided
what to do. Reading my story through again I realize that I am just not at
all proud or satisfied with it. It seems that as I continue to write, the
story just progressively continues to get worse and worse so I have decided
that I had good ideas going on in the story, I just went about it the wrong
way. So here is my makeover of Embracing the Darkness and although it
definitely will be similar to the old one, it is definitely different.
Thank you and sorry for those of you that might (if any) have liked it and
hopefully you will enjoy this much better.
~ID~
Embracing the Darkness
By: Innocent Dreamer
Chapter One - The Dream
Bulma walked slowly down the dark, ominous hallway dimly lit by torches on the wall every twenty feet or so. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest as she progressively made her way to what seemed the end. Reaching blindly out she felt what she thought was a door, and gradually pushed it open.
The hallway flooded with light and squinting, she tried to let her eyes adjust. The room was enormous with a crystal chandelier in the center of the ceiling and a grand staircase that led to what Bulma could only guess. Walking timidly out into the center of the room she noticed a table to the far off corner that held a giant, dusty, leather-bound book.
Curiosity finally grabbed a hold of her and she made her way over to it but was stopped abruptly when she felt the cold steel of a dagger upon her throat. Her scream was muffled as a white-gloved hand clamped down on her mouth. She could feel the warm breath of her captor on the back of her neck and an icy chill ran down her spine.
"You should not be here," the voice commanded as she came to realize that the person was a male, "seeing this place means death."
Bulma shut her eyes and waited for the blow.
Bulma sat up in a cold sweat, tossing the worn quilt that she used for warmth aside. Where did that come from? She thought. I've never dreamed about somebody killing me before.could it be a sign, of what is to come?
The young sixteen-year old looked out her window and saw dawn breaking just over the far corners of the mountains. Sighing and sliding out of bed, she felt the cool wood beneath her feet. She decided that since she wasn't going to be able to fall back asleep, she might as well start early on her chores for the day.
She and her family lived and worked on a farm. They weren't poor but they weren't rich, they were just in that mediocre place in-between. She was an only child and dutifully filled out her role by doing little jobs such as milking the cows or sweeping the house. Her life wasn't one out of a storybook but in her opinion, it was just fine to suit her likings.
She grabbed a leather thong from her oak chest and tied her lavender hair back. Pulling an old, faded red and blue smock, she slipped into it and tied the bow in the back. She bent down and searched under her bed for her brown leather shoes and after awhile she found them and slid her feet inside. Finally deciding she was ready for the day, she walked out of her bedroom and into the fresh morning.
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So how was that little snippet? It is a whole different setting and I hope it may be to your liking. Please let me know what you think, I'm always curious!
~ID~
~ID~
Embracing the Darkness
By: Innocent Dreamer
Chapter One - The Dream
Bulma walked slowly down the dark, ominous hallway dimly lit by torches on the wall every twenty feet or so. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest as she progressively made her way to what seemed the end. Reaching blindly out she felt what she thought was a door, and gradually pushed it open.
The hallway flooded with light and squinting, she tried to let her eyes adjust. The room was enormous with a crystal chandelier in the center of the ceiling and a grand staircase that led to what Bulma could only guess. Walking timidly out into the center of the room she noticed a table to the far off corner that held a giant, dusty, leather-bound book.
Curiosity finally grabbed a hold of her and she made her way over to it but was stopped abruptly when she felt the cold steel of a dagger upon her throat. Her scream was muffled as a white-gloved hand clamped down on her mouth. She could feel the warm breath of her captor on the back of her neck and an icy chill ran down her spine.
"You should not be here," the voice commanded as she came to realize that the person was a male, "seeing this place means death."
Bulma shut her eyes and waited for the blow.
Bulma sat up in a cold sweat, tossing the worn quilt that she used for warmth aside. Where did that come from? She thought. I've never dreamed about somebody killing me before.could it be a sign, of what is to come?
The young sixteen-year old looked out her window and saw dawn breaking just over the far corners of the mountains. Sighing and sliding out of bed, she felt the cool wood beneath her feet. She decided that since she wasn't going to be able to fall back asleep, she might as well start early on her chores for the day.
She and her family lived and worked on a farm. They weren't poor but they weren't rich, they were just in that mediocre place in-between. She was an only child and dutifully filled out her role by doing little jobs such as milking the cows or sweeping the house. Her life wasn't one out of a storybook but in her opinion, it was just fine to suit her likings.
She grabbed a leather thong from her oak chest and tied her lavender hair back. Pulling an old, faded red and blue smock, she slipped into it and tied the bow in the back. She bent down and searched under her bed for her brown leather shoes and after awhile she found them and slid her feet inside. Finally deciding she was ready for the day, she walked out of her bedroom and into the fresh morning.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So how was that little snippet? It is a whole different setting and I hope it may be to your liking. Please let me know what you think, I'm always curious!
~ID~