I had a dream... and lo, a story
Mar. 20th, 2007 10:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taharielI woke up this morning in the middle of a dream that was basically a novel and crambled out of bed to write it down before I could forget it all, because that's only happened to me once before and all the names and details were evaporating quicker than I could write, so you could say that I had to improvise a little. Nonetheless, I got enough done to start making up extra stuff, and so here is the beginning of what I hope will turn out to be a longer story.
There was a sliver of moon in his eye like a silver fingernail, and Kostya looked at it in the mirror carefully for a moment before touching his eyelid gently upwards and drawing it out, placing it in the water in the basin so he could inspect it from different angles, his breath gusting ripples across the liquid surface. “You can still see the round of the moon behind it,” he murmured to himself, and wrote it down on the scrappy piece of onion-skin paper beside the basin with a pencil he had made himself out of an old piece of charcoal, scavenged from his mother’s fireplace and rolled up in a rag to keep his fingers clean. “It’s waning, so… endings… intuition, divination. The banishing of magic.” He looked at the moon he had captured in his basin and sighed, leaning closer to peer at it with one eye, until it was almost too close to see clearly. “I don’t see what you have to do with anything.” And he swiped his hand through the water and scattered it on the wooden floor, discarding the moon’s reflection as he padded back to bed.
It's more interesting, isn't it, to read a story in which the main character is abducted and trained by a mage who we know is bad than abducted and trained a little by a mage we know is bad then won in a card game by a mage who is nicer? Yes? No?
There was a sliver of moon in his eye like a silver fingernail, and Kostya looked at it in the mirror carefully for a moment before touching his eyelid gently upwards and drawing it out, placing it in the water in the basin so he could inspect it from different angles, his breath gusting ripples across the liquid surface. “You can still see the round of the moon behind it,” he murmured to himself, and wrote it down on the scrappy piece of onion-skin paper beside the basin with a pencil he had made himself out of an old piece of charcoal, scavenged from his mother’s fireplace and rolled up in a rag to keep his fingers clean. “It’s waning, so… endings… intuition, divination. The banishing of magic.” He looked at the moon he had captured in his basin and sighed, leaning closer to peer at it with one eye, until it was almost too close to see clearly. “I don’t see what you have to do with anything.” And he swiped his hand through the water and scattered it on the wooden floor, discarding the moon’s reflection as he padded back to bed.
It's more interesting, isn't it, to read a story in which the main character is abducted and trained by a mage who we know is bad than abducted and trained a little by a mage we know is bad then won in a card game by a mage who is nicer? Yes? No?
