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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 2:23 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 2:28 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 2:32 am
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A Writing Sample:
1st Person Excerpt
The only sounds I heard were the steady beating of my heart, thumping consistently in the left side of my chest, and the rhythmic pace of my breath, in through my nose and gusting out of my mouth. The spring board lay before me, silently beckoning me to the challenge, an almost sinister call to stretch my limits, lean over the boundaries. I flexed my wrists, rolling them a few times. The chalky remnants left by others who had attempted such things remained on the board, taunting me. Look at what they can do, it said, Can't you do this too? I sucked in a breath and forced it out slowly but forcefully, taking a few steps backwards. I lifted onto my toes and bent my knees slightly. Paused. Then I burst forwards, four steps at full capacity and force, swinging my arms up at the last step then down as I sprung off the ground, throwing my momentum forwards and into a flip. The world slowed as I saw ground, then ceiling, then ground ,and I uncurled to land with a thump on my feet, straightening up. Chalk that had been dislodged from the floor at my landing settled again. With a sigh, I walked off the board. I grabbed the broom I had set against the wall earlier and unclasped the dustpan clinging to the handle, sweeping up the chalk and disposing of it. I tucked the broom away in its closet, grabbed my belongings, and headed towards the doors. I paused by the light switches to find a thick lanyard of keys in my bag, then shut off the lights. They clicked off one by one as I made for the exit, and I walked into the chill of rain as the last went out.
Third Person Excerpt:
The club scene was nothing new to him. He had been in many of them for many different reasons, and this was just another instance. He would admit, now and then, that he liked them, but not when he was ‘working.’ When he was doing his job, the loud music and grinding of bodies was only distracting and a little annoying. Especially since the less savoury characters he dealt with tended to hide in the dark mess of various species with various intentions. He wasn’t someone they disliked, but often they would try to manipulate him. He was an impartial party in the whole conjunction of existence. He had been compared to Reapers before, but that could even be a stretch; there were typically some with deep aversions or dislikes of Reapers, and many creatures didn’t even know he existed and was a permanent fixture and a rather important one to maintain any semblance of balance between the innumerable planes and realms and worlds that had any sort of beings present in them. This particular club was called “Nirvana.” He found it slightly comical; it was far from anything like heaven. He knew about all the dark dealings that went on, but it wasn’t his job to punish or judge. He was a deal maker and a liaison. And sometimes, he had to make his own deals when things got out of hand. The little stuff, however, didn’t attract much of his attention. Of course, he was here because there was the possibility of being something far from little bubbling up and Nirvana was a congregation point for the inhabitants of existence’s underbelly, and those seemed to be his main associates. He slipped up to the bar, weaving around other bodies, borrowed or not, and leaned against the counter, waiting for the bartender to notice him. The slight shimmer around the creature’s horse-like legs and arrow-headed tail told him that the Familiar had a slight enchantment to hide his natural appearance. The other being glanced over at him and gave a little smile, populated with pointed white teeth. It approached after it finished shaking a drink for a patron. “I’ll let ‘em know ‘ou’re ‘ere, then. ‘N I get ‘ou anyfing?” The Familiar gave a suggestive survey of his body and flicked a split tongue over it’s lips. He smiled, but it was all dismissive. “Don’t have time.”
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 2:36 am
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