Creativity
I am an artist of many genres. One of the many art forms I enjoy practicing is creative writing. I have developed my skills to the current point I am at, which allows me to begin writing my own novels. While the eventual goal is for my novels to be published, I am taking the time to develop each story to perfection. Character development and writing the ending of novels are some of my favorite things to do. I often visit the local coffee shop or any location where there is both peace and quiet and food and begin typing on my laptop. Most of my inspiration comes from my dreams and life experiences. Since most of my stories also involve animals, I take a large portion of my inspiration from my pets. Music is the last large component of my inspiration, but I take inspiration from anywhere. Most of this inspiration involves the use of animals.
I write a majority of fantasy and science fiction. I was inspired to write by the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. It is not only because of Erin that I write about animals, but because I have always had a fascination with animals. Their forms are so unique and creating your animal can be fun. Trying to develop an entire novel is a new challenge for me because the length and time required for a novel can be pressing when one has a job and schooling to take care of like myself. I have also never completed a novel before, but continue to continue to work on many different starting novels. However, I m dedicating the time for my craft and developing new techniques and skills to improve my writing. Because I strive to improve my work and eventually complete a project, I am showing perseverance and commitment to my writing craft.
Here is an example of my creative writing talent so far. The title is "Light of Kind and Not", the Prologue for my Maiden Tamer novel:
"The wind whispered songs of joy and love through the forest, and the trees shook in response to the wind's gentle tongues of melody. In the distance, a cheering of human shouts could be heard from the stronghold of Ahlmet. Trumpets blazed, and music danced through the air, causing the sweet melodies in the forest. Even the guards were replaced by a wall of magic no creature could get into. Only one occasion would be able to gain this much attention, and any creature who was not of normal history was in fear of this day. The princess of Ahlmet kingdom had been born.
With only a lantern to light the way, another mother watched the sky light up with fireworks. Reds, blues, and every other color of the rainbow busted, leaving her in awe, despite the great tragedy that she knew had now befallen her family, for she was one of the very few who knew what was coming. She could only watch and see her death. Behind her, her child opened his eyes, a look of pure excitement in his eyes. She always had admired her son's eyes. So wild, so free, so untamed yet gentle enough to pierce even the human's heart. His very heart was a weapon of trust. She tucked him under her wing and groaned slightly for him for follow her back into the darkness.
"Come on my child." She spoke. "We must travel far from here… very far. I cannot stand this much longer."
The dragon frowned, and shook himself away from her grip, opening his mouth wide and whining sorrowfully as if she was dragging him into death itself. The mother hesitated, the ground starting to burn hot from her talons.
"it is time to go, young one." She hissed, walking off a little farther. Still, the youngling did not move. His eyes were wide, calm and collected. One look and she knew he was not leaving, no matter what she did. She sighed, and nuzzled him with the side of her jaw. "You impress me, my son. You always have, and I hope you always will." He nuzzled her back, his tail wrapping around her and sliding across her scales. He purred happily, then trotted a little closer to a lantern. The mother put her tail in his way before he could go any farther. "no!" she said firmly. "There are those who wish to hunt us…and if you stay, I have to stay but I will protect you til my last breath."
Both of their eyes went wide in fear when they saw the lantern break and fall to the ground, glass scattered the forest floor, yet the fire remained, and moved along the ground, between their feet, into the hand of a human. One they both feared.
"Beasts of legend." A voice shouted. "Leave now or die!"
The mother looked at her child again, and he narrowed his eyes at her. He didn't like to challenge his mother, but he knew… he just knew he had to stay. Something bonded his very soul to the roots of these trees. He was born here, and in the short life that he had had so far, he wasn't willing to give up his own spirit to anyone who wished to take it other than the Lord himself. Many dragons did not believe in heaven, but he did, so strongly he would do anything to fight for it. He couldn't leave… but he would fight for his life, as well as his mothers'. She nodded, understanding his glance and roared at the human, a glow in her throat charging a fire. The man laughed, and a mark on his hand also glowed, red like the fire in a dragon's heart.
"Such beauty to go to waste… you amaze me, fire-breather." He said, "but I'm afraid you cannot stay." the fire from the lantern fused into his body. "One more chance. Leave now or die!"
She charged, roaring again and fire blowing out of her mouth in a burning blaze. The sight was blinding, winding around the trees, targeted specifically at their attacker. All the man had to do was snap his fingers, and it went out. He took out a sword, drawing the blade so quickly… the youngling didn't have much time to react. He jumped out in front of the blade, screaming out at the pain that pierced his heart. Tears began to slide down his scales, and with a separate scream from his mother, he knew he had failed. He felt the pressure of his chest collide with his, and he now knew the pain of being impaled… it was terrible. His mother gave nothing but her last cry, and fell silent.
I'm sorry, mother…
He tumbled to the ground with her, the smell of his own blood clouding his senses. Above him towered the man who murdered him, putting black gloves on his hands to bring out the fire he stole from the lantern. All the young one could do was stare defiantly at his eyes. He could feel his mother's body getting cold against his back. He opened his mouth to speak, but like the times before when he tried to talk, no sound came out. So much rage filled his body… he had let her die. He made her stay with him and she died. He whined, flinching as the man stroked his cheek.
"You have a strong spirit, my dear friend… you are a beautiful one. Out of all the beasts I've slayed. I am honored to have touched you with my sword. Your eyes are wild, you will be in a better place, I'm sure of it." He blew on the fire in his hand, and it crawled over him, singing his scales slowly, the dragon closed his eyes. So much pain. No, he would make it. He had to fight! He couldn't die. He wasn't done yet.
"Goodbye." the man bowed, disappearing back into the shadows, leaving him and his mother to burn to ashes. The dragon focused all his energy on his heart, closed his eyes, and willingly let death come, hoping that what he was planning would work."
- Undertook new challenges.
- Showed perseverance and commitment..
- Developed new skills.
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