Triumphant Return to Writing [read: lumpens bored]

[Guest lumpenproletariat]

I don't know what it will be, untitled as yet, but I feel like writing. [starts rough draft]

 

 

The old man turned over slowly in his bed. As he had done for the past few months, he dreamt about a young woman, just reaching her full physical power. As the old man had never met her, nor even spoke to her, he was only able to guess her to be of about twenty years, and yet, he already knew everything else about her...

 

 

Rosalind looked at her father. She knew that he had once been a soldier, but whenever he was teaching her to shoot, it always seemed to be more prominent in her mind. He had grace with the bow, a certain flair that the other men in the village didn't possess, which always reminded Rosalind of his previous services to the army. Focusing back to the present, Rosalind let go of the taught (sp) string, and watched in agony as another arrow sailed off into the forest behind the stack of hay, that was currently serving as her target. Her father grumbled, "Rosalind! You know you must focus on the target, why do you not?" Her reply, as it always was when she missed, came as a nearly mute "Sorry, father." She placed the bow down and walked back into the house, leaving her father to attend to the cleaning up.

 

 

ooc, ive run out of inspiration and ideas for the moment, the stroy will continue though, and be modified..

[Peredhil]

good start, nice tease.

 

 

Welcome back!

 

hug

 

-P

[The Portrait of Zool]

Good to see you back Lumpy. Good to see you involved in such involving work!

~Zool~

 

Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword.

Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards.

 

Master of Magic and Mayhem, The Moonlit Realm

 

Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.