Post by Kiki on Oct 15, 2008 18:35:02 GMT -5
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This is an intiation to a mini plot idea I have, perhaps swirling in another that I've had for quite some time. The first one may be revealed if I choose to use it which I probably will.
Getting back to the imagery thing. As the title indicates, this thread's also an imagery challenge. Posts must be at least 30 words though they cannot be pure dialog. Whoever decides to post here will have to push to meet the requirements, but I have faith people can do it. I'm in a slump right now, but look below and you can tell I'm pushing myself. I normally suck at imagery, but hey. Practice makes perfect.
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Moolight shone down from the glowing celestial orb that hung deilcately above the placid waters that were like glass. Not a single wave rolled in, the tide seemingly stopped in time as rosy hues painted the sky like a delicate flowering forest or field. Oranges and reds, pinks and purples slowly became revealed as the glowing silver sphere of the moon sank slowly beneath the ocean's surface, not to be seen again for another twelve hours or so.
In the delicate balance of silver and gold, a man walked, his hands in his pockets. Flaxen hair was tied back loosely and the ponytail bounced with every step he took. The pale, receeding moonlight made the hair look silver. The glowing rosy hues from the sunlight made the hair appear a fair, pale shade of gold, not much darker than silver, but still golden.
His fair features were framed by the little bit of hair he let stay loose. His features were soft and not angular, but they were definite. His chin was square and his nose was a little bent, but it fit in with his other features. His lips were thin, barely visible as he pressed them together. His brow was furrowed as he was lost deep in throught, the creases on his forehead very apparent. His eyes were almond shaped, but they were a bit more rounded and they were light blue like the winter sky. They betrayed the fact he was much older than he appeared (around 20), showing his knowledge and years.
He walked along, his strange clothes flapping around as though there were a breeze, but no wind blew. It was a pure white outfit with silver trimming. It was made of silk. A silver sash ran across his chest and met with another silver sash that went around his waist. A sword hung at his hip, slapping his thigh lazily and out of sync with his smooth but somehow jerky gait.
Nothing in his outfit, demeanor or appearance gave away his identity. That is all accept a golden pin that glinted coldly in the waxing morning light. It was fairly unnoticeable as it was only about half the size of the human palm, but the design was impecible. An (oriental style) dragon was rippled like waves as if in flight but in a circle, a rose in the center of the circle. The rose's seven petals were open and a small star was visible in the center.
The man muttered to himself in a strange tongue, the syllables flowing like water in a stream. They somehow were matching his smooth yet jerky gait.
The sun broke fully over the horizon, casting a shadow. The waves began to roll a bit and the man stopped. He hooked a loose strand of hair behind his ear as he gazed out over the rolling ocean surface, taking in the beauty and mystery of the new land he had come to in search.
A swirl of emotion came to the man as he continued to watch the breaking, crashing, rolling sea. He sighed, longing for his home and his family.
This is an intiation to a mini plot idea I have, perhaps swirling in another that I've had for quite some time. The first one may be revealed if I choose to use it which I probably will.
Getting back to the imagery thing. As the title indicates, this thread's also an imagery challenge. Posts must be at least 30 words though they cannot be pure dialog. Whoever decides to post here will have to push to meet the requirements, but I have faith people can do it. I'm in a slump right now, but look below and you can tell I'm pushing myself. I normally suck at imagery, but hey. Practice makes perfect.
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Moolight shone down from the glowing celestial orb that hung deilcately above the placid waters that were like glass. Not a single wave rolled in, the tide seemingly stopped in time as rosy hues painted the sky like a delicate flowering forest or field. Oranges and reds, pinks and purples slowly became revealed as the glowing silver sphere of the moon sank slowly beneath the ocean's surface, not to be seen again for another twelve hours or so.
In the delicate balance of silver and gold, a man walked, his hands in his pockets. Flaxen hair was tied back loosely and the ponytail bounced with every step he took. The pale, receeding moonlight made the hair look silver. The glowing rosy hues from the sunlight made the hair appear a fair, pale shade of gold, not much darker than silver, but still golden.
His fair features were framed by the little bit of hair he let stay loose. His features were soft and not angular, but they were definite. His chin was square and his nose was a little bent, but it fit in with his other features. His lips were thin, barely visible as he pressed them together. His brow was furrowed as he was lost deep in throught, the creases on his forehead very apparent. His eyes were almond shaped, but they were a bit more rounded and they were light blue like the winter sky. They betrayed the fact he was much older than he appeared (around 20), showing his knowledge and years.
He walked along, his strange clothes flapping around as though there were a breeze, but no wind blew. It was a pure white outfit with silver trimming. It was made of silk. A silver sash ran across his chest and met with another silver sash that went around his waist. A sword hung at his hip, slapping his thigh lazily and out of sync with his smooth but somehow jerky gait.
Nothing in his outfit, demeanor or appearance gave away his identity. That is all accept a golden pin that glinted coldly in the waxing morning light. It was fairly unnoticeable as it was only about half the size of the human palm, but the design was impecible. An (oriental style) dragon was rippled like waves as if in flight but in a circle, a rose in the center of the circle. The rose's seven petals were open and a small star was visible in the center.
The man muttered to himself in a strange tongue, the syllables flowing like water in a stream. They somehow were matching his smooth yet jerky gait.
The sun broke fully over the horizon, casting a shadow. The waves began to roll a bit and the man stopped. He hooked a loose strand of hair behind his ear as he gazed out over the rolling ocean surface, taking in the beauty and mystery of the new land he had come to in search.
A swirl of emotion came to the man as he continued to watch the breaking, crashing, rolling sea. He sighed, longing for his home and his family.
