This is my second attempt at a possible opening for a game story idea that I have recently conceived. My intention with this short piece was very similar to the NaNoWriMo where you just write and don't worry about flow, spelling or grammar. To just get something out of my head so that I can see it and improve it. I’m still going to use the technique to get everything out of my head, but I think reading it over before posting the draft ready for comments is a better idea from now on.
Not much has been done to this piece. It hasn't been extended yet, just tidied up a bit.
Facing the Captor
The woman looked towards the faces of her husband and daughter. She could barely see her husband's face from the position he had been laid in. The tall strong man that she had always known him to be had been reduced to a small, still, broken mass. His face, arms and legs were covered in black and blue bruises, cuts and welts. His wounds had gone untreated for so long that it looked certain that as if infection was setting into them.
Her daughter was kneeling down over her father, quietly while continuous streams of tears rolled down her face. It was clear she now realised that he father could no longer keep her safe. Her eyes, big, brown and glassy, were looking to her mother for protection now. To carry her away from the monsters that had ripped her from her slumber in the dead of night.
The woman collapsed to her knees on the cold, hard, marble floor and let out a defeated sigh. "What do you want from me?" she said slowly raising her head to face the one responsible for shackling her and abducting her family.
He sat on a large throne a short distance in front of her dressed elaborately in layers of silk clothing. The throne he sat on was tall, gilded with gold and set with rubies and small emeralds at the top of the chair back.
The woman looked towards the faces of her husband and daughter. She could barely see her husband's face from the position he had been laid in. The tall strong man that she had always known him to be had been reduced to a small, still, broken mass. His face, arms and legs were covered in black and blue bruises, cuts and welts. His wounds had gone untreated for so long that it looked certain that as if infection was setting into them.
Her daughter was kneeling down over her father, quietly while continuous streams of tears rolled down her face. It was clear she now realised that he father could no longer keep her safe. Her eyes, big, brown and glassy, were looking to her mother for protection now. To carry her away from the monsters that had ripped her from her slumber in the dead of night.
The woman collapsed to her knees on the cold, hard, marble floor and let out a defeated sigh. "What do you want from me?" she said slowly raising her head to face the one responsible for shackling her and abducting her family.
He sat on a large throne a short distance in front of her dressed elaborately in layers of silk clothing. The throne he sat on was tall, gilded with gold and set with rubies and small emeralds at the top of the chair back.
No comments:
Post a Comment