Writing Exercise 085

Of course, this week I'll post a new writing exercise. Again I chose to write about the 'Word of the Day'; this time it's a poem.
Here it is:

2017707/28 – word of the day: ballon (Poem)

Light and graceful she dances

As if she could fly away

Wonder what are the chances

That she might stay?

She jumps and turns with ballon

Casting alluring shades

In the twilight of dawn

As the fragile dream fades

Just as promised...

... I'm back with the coloured picture of my D&D character Aira Hild. This Saturday we are going to start the first session of our campaign, and I'm really looking forward to it. So of course this picture has to be ready as well, right? Again I used Sai to draw and colour this picture.
So here she is:

Something Different...

Finally, after all these weeks I am able to show you something different than my weekly writing exercises. :D

As some of my dear writing buddies from the Dead Pete Society and I have decided to play a D&D campaign together I got to create a character just for that campaign.
Our group consists of D&D beginners though; our dungeon mistress has never mastered before, the players have either never played pen&paper RPGs at all or haven't played in ages (earlier versions of D&D) or -- like me -- have only experience in different p&p RPGs.

For those, who know D&D, I play the lawful neutral Razorclaw Shifter fighter Aira Hild. And for those, who don't, you can still see how she looks like as I drew her with Sai:

 

As you can see, I only did the outlines as I was too lazy to colour her.  XD But there will be another picture in the near future, which I might colour.

Anyway, this is going to be fun! And once everyone has set up their characters we can let the dice roll. :D

Writing Exercise 084

Do you know that feeling when you want something so intensely you can alread taste it? This week's drabble is about something like that.
Enjoy!

2017/07/20 – pudding (Drabble)

Sometimes sweets is what the body needs. When you're taken by a certain craving, when your mind pulls a blank and has nothing to run on, that's the time when you should consider what to do to alleviate your sorrows. You mind formulates a thought, your mouth waters as you think you have a taste on the tip of your tongue, sweet and soft and smooth. Depending on the weather it should be hot or cold respectively, fresh from the stove or out of the fridge. It has to be. Because it tastes like home. A kingdom for some pudding!

Writing Exercise 083

Hello again!
This week I looked up the "Word of the Day" on www.thesaurus.com and decided to write a drabble in which the current word of the day is included. The drabble is about two inhabitants of my dear Neverbeen Universe, who you haven't seen for a while.
Enjoy!

2017/07/11 – word of the day: perambulator (Drabble)

“Un-fucking-believable,” Phobos exclaimed. He pushed the perambulator as Ayumu held little Crathos in her arms and shushed and cooed at him. “Why the hell did we buy this fucking thing if all the brat ever does is wail like a wimp when he is put in there?” the choleric groused.

“Because,” Ayumu emphasized, “Crathos is getting heavy. And I won't carry him for hours on end and hurt my back.”

“Can't you make him stop? This is un-fucking-bearable,” he grumbled. Ayumu sighed and rocked Crathos gently. But the baby only stopped crying when Ayumu placed him into his father's arms.

Writing Exercise 082

A new month -- a new weekly writing exercise. This time I wrote a poem. Let's see what -- or who -- this is about, shall we?
Enjoy!

2017/07/05 – the raven (poem)

Once upon an afternoon fine

I looked through a window of mine

And just on the neighbour's roof

Sat a raven, quite aloof

For a while I watched him sit

And I pondered about his wit

Concluded that he didn't lack

Seeing that he watched me back

So I nodded as a greeting

And just for a moment fleeting

I thought a cow flew over the moon

As in my mind he cawed: “Good afternoon.”