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wyntir_knightWell it's back. I've been fighting this and my other stories for a long time now. I ended up listening to all the good folks on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanficrants ... yeah I know, that was a huge mistake. I ended up listening to them and deciding that the path that I was heading on was the wrong one. So I rethought and rewrote and found myself falling further and further into writer's block. So, I followed the advice of the folks on onedeadbunny and I drafted out a plot outline of my upcoming chapters.
And that was when everything came to an abrupt and complete stop. No matter what I did, I couldn't write anything resembling decent prose for my "epics". So I hemmed and hawed and tried to write and nothing worked. And then I spoke to a good friend of mine and bitched about my problem.
And he presented me with a very wise truth. I can't write outlines because I've already written the story. In my mind it is completely complete and all I need to do is transfer it to paper. Sure it's not a normal way of writing, and any teacher of the subject would have me taken out back and shot, but for me, it works. For me, just letting the words flow is the best way to write.
And so, finally, I am able to present Chapter 9 of Life After Death. I had had this particular notion of an outside interlude for a long time, but I dismissed it because it's not normal and I had read far too many rants on how this is a horrible thing to do. Finally though, I have gotten over my doubts and I've been able to write this little chapter.
Thanks for the advice Corradus. I really needed it.
Now onto the story ...
The room is dark. A single light shines from above casting scarce illumination over the space, succeeding only in intensifying the darkness. A Bharkeer pirate, a tall and slender biped avian stands in the light, preening the feathers on the top of his head and buffing his nails on his vest. His entire attitude radiates a calm arrogance, as if it is he who is master of this domain, and not the beings who dwell in the darkness.
A soft hum comes from beyond the circle sending a low vibration through the air, growing louder as it draws closer to the pirate. He looks up and for a moment, for the briefest of moments, fear appears in his black eyes. As quickly as it comes, however, it is gone, and once again, the arrogant Bharkheer stands tall and proud. He is unaffected by the sounds of something coming closer to him, completely unaffected until the voices drift out of the darkness.
“You have failed to live up to your side of the bargain,” the voices say.
“That’s hardly my fault,” the Bharkeer says dismissively.
“You told us you would get us the cargo. Instead it is now in the hands of the Valen,” the voices reply. There is no edge or malice to the tone, but the cold chill of it causes the Bharkeer to lose some of his indifference, and shiver involuntarily.
“I … I told you I could get them at Marketplace! That filthy hen never made it that far! It’s not my fault!” the pirate cries out.
“Your failure to take the possibilities into account are not our problem. We fulfilled our side of the bargain. You failed to fulfill yours,” the voices say.
Suddenly the air is filled clicking and growling and the Barkeer begins to shake in earnest.
“Please! Wait! I can still get them for you! I can help them, ingratiate myself with them! By the time I’m done they’ll come to you willingly!” the pirate pleads.
“You have ten cycles to obtain the cargo and deliver it back here,” the voices say.
“Ten cycles?!” The fear in the pirate’s voice is replaced by indignant outrage. “Ten cycles isn’t long enough! It’ll take me four just to get there!”
“Very well. We shall pass judgement now,” the voices say.
“Wait! Wait, ten cycles is great!” the Bharkeer cries. “Ten cycles is fantastic! I’ll have it done by then, no need to worry about it at all!”
“Very well. You have ten cycles to return our cargo to us,” the voices say.
Lights begin to bloom in the ceiling marking a path for the Bahrkeer to follow. He does so, returning to his ship as quickly as his legs can carry him. As soon as he is gone all the lights extinguish.
“We have no reason to believe he will succeed in his task,” a voice says.
“Correct. We have every reason to believe that he will fail to capture the cargo. However, he will flush them out,” a second voice replies.
“True,” says a third voice. “The Sinorian’s failure to follow basic orders has not completely ruined this venture. This will still work in our favour.”
“This will simply require that we be a bit more patient,” says a fourth voice. “We will be patient and we will succeed in our goal.”
“We have waited this long. We can wait a bit longer,” says a fifth voice.
“Indeed,” all five voices agree.
Silence descends over the darkness broken only by the far away sound of engines flaring to life as a small ship sets off on its mission.
fanficrants ... yeah I know, that was a huge mistake. I ended up listening to them and deciding that the path that I was heading on was the wrong one. So I rethought and rewrote and found myself falling further and further into writer's block. So, I followed the advice of the folks on onedeadbunny and I drafted out a plot outline of my upcoming chapters. And that was when everything came to an abrupt and complete stop. No matter what I did, I couldn't write anything resembling decent prose for my "epics". So I hemmed and hawed and tried to write and nothing worked. And then I spoke to a good friend of mine and bitched about my problem.
And he presented me with a very wise truth. I can't write outlines because I've already written the story. In my mind it is completely complete and all I need to do is transfer it to paper. Sure it's not a normal way of writing, and any teacher of the subject would have me taken out back and shot, but for me, it works. For me, just letting the words flow is the best way to write.
And so, finally, I am able to present Chapter 9 of Life After Death. I had had this particular notion of an outside interlude for a long time, but I dismissed it because it's not normal and I had read far too many rants on how this is a horrible thing to do. Finally though, I have gotten over my doubts and I've been able to write this little chapter.
Thanks for the advice Corradus. I really needed it.
Now onto the story ...
The room is dark. A single light shines from above casting scarce illumination over the space, succeeding only in intensifying the darkness. A Bharkeer pirate, a tall and slender biped avian stands in the light, preening the feathers on the top of his head and buffing his nails on his vest. His entire attitude radiates a calm arrogance, as if it is he who is master of this domain, and not the beings who dwell in the darkness.
A soft hum comes from beyond the circle sending a low vibration through the air, growing louder as it draws closer to the pirate. He looks up and for a moment, for the briefest of moments, fear appears in his black eyes. As quickly as it comes, however, it is gone, and once again, the arrogant Bharkheer stands tall and proud. He is unaffected by the sounds of something coming closer to him, completely unaffected until the voices drift out of the darkness.
“You have failed to live up to your side of the bargain,” the voices say.
“That’s hardly my fault,” the Bharkeer says dismissively.
“You told us you would get us the cargo. Instead it is now in the hands of the Valen,” the voices reply. There is no edge or malice to the tone, but the cold chill of it causes the Bharkeer to lose some of his indifference, and shiver involuntarily.
“I … I told you I could get them at Marketplace! That filthy hen never made it that far! It’s not my fault!” the pirate cries out.
“Your failure to take the possibilities into account are not our problem. We fulfilled our side of the bargain. You failed to fulfill yours,” the voices say.
Suddenly the air is filled clicking and growling and the Barkeer begins to shake in earnest.
“Please! Wait! I can still get them for you! I can help them, ingratiate myself with them! By the time I’m done they’ll come to you willingly!” the pirate pleads.
“You have ten cycles to obtain the cargo and deliver it back here,” the voices say.
“Ten cycles?!” The fear in the pirate’s voice is replaced by indignant outrage. “Ten cycles isn’t long enough! It’ll take me four just to get there!”
“Very well. We shall pass judgement now,” the voices say.
“Wait! Wait, ten cycles is great!” the Bharkeer cries. “Ten cycles is fantastic! I’ll have it done by then, no need to worry about it at all!”
“Very well. You have ten cycles to return our cargo to us,” the voices say.
Lights begin to bloom in the ceiling marking a path for the Bahrkeer to follow. He does so, returning to his ship as quickly as his legs can carry him. As soon as he is gone all the lights extinguish.
“We have no reason to believe he will succeed in his task,” a voice says.
“Correct. We have every reason to believe that he will fail to capture the cargo. However, he will flush them out,” a second voice replies.
“True,” says a third voice. “The Sinorian’s failure to follow basic orders has not completely ruined this venture. This will still work in our favour.”
“This will simply require that we be a bit more patient,” says a fourth voice. “We will be patient and we will succeed in our goal.”
“We have waited this long. We can wait a bit longer,” says a fifth voice.
“Indeed,” all five voices agree.
Silence descends over the darkness broken only by the far away sound of engines flaring to life as a small ship sets off on its mission.
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