Soooooooooo... I maybe failed at my New Year's Resolution. Did I tell you about that resolution, devoted blog-readers who will remember these things? Well, maybe. Anyway, the resolution was to blog at least twice a month.
How many times did I blog during March? Yeah, none. FAIL.
But anyway, I figure if I just keep on keeping on then maybe people will still love me even though I'm a massive failure at New Year's Resolutions? (Please love me :3 )
So here, I am, sharing some substandard writing with you, just like always!
I wrote this one during work. I challenged my student to write a page-long story in 15 minutes. He didn't do very well. Maybe because I told him that he had to include a train in the story, so that was a bit tricky.
So... read this:
Once upon a time, a prince sat in a train as it rushed along the tracks on its way to the castle. It was an old train, with a steam engine and a high-pitched whistle. The carriages were wood-panelled and carpeted and furnished in rich colours, just right for a prince. The prince sat in an armchair, his sword laying across his knees, with a glass of whiskey resting lightly in his hand.
“Your Highness,” said an attendant, dressed in crisp white, who stood beside the prince, “the train is about to arrive at our destination.”
The prince sighed deeply and drained the whiskey from his glass in a single mouthful.
“Perhaps you ought to start calling me Your Majesty,” he said, with a voice full of sadness and regrets.
With a shrill whistle, the train arrived at the castle and, in a great procession of attendants and courtiers, the prince disembarked. Up on a high balcony of the castle he saw his mother, adorned in black, weeping as her son made his entrance. Though it took much determination, he steadfastly ignored her.
A golden throne stood before the gleaming marble castle. With movements slow and dignified, the prince knelt before the golden throne.
“As the father passes,” a priest intoned, “so does the crown pass to the son. Arise, Your Majesty, and take your crown.”
The prince stood slowly, then bent his head again to take the crown. It was wrought of gold and encrusted with rubies; it was the heaviest thing he had ever worn. Inside, he ached for the crown to be replaced again with his shining silver helm: even the clamour of battle would be preferable to the weighty silence of this coronation.
“I pronounce you king of the realm. All hail the new king!” cried the priest.
Out of duty alone, the prince-made-king stood tall and faced the populace. His mouth smiled, his arms went wide as if to embrace his people. While they cheered, the new king’s heart wept bitterly for his father.
Aaaaaaaaaaand that's it. It's not great or anything but, hey, at least I'm writing, right? :P Also, while I was typing it I really wanted to add the word "dais". But I couldn't be bothered actually improving the work at all, so... yeah. #lazy
As always I'd appreciate some comments. I kinda feel like there’s more of a story behind this prince and his family and stuff. What do you think? Do you think it’s a story worth telling? Anyway, feedback yes plz?
Also, if you've read this far you get some AWESOME NEWS which is that I submitted a story to Trove, which is a creative writing journal. Here is the journal: http://www.trove.arts.uwa.edu.au/ I'm not on there or anything, because a) I have no idea yet if they're actually going to use my work and b) the issue that I submitted to has not been released yet. But *fingers crossed* they might possibly like my story and *even more fingers crossed* they might think it's worth publishing. So that would rock.
The story is my Robot Unicorn Attack origins story. I'm going to put it up here on this blog but I won't be doing that until I know whether or not they want to publish it in Trove. Either way, you'll get to read it.
Thanks for reading! :)
♥Nancy♬
