Writing Exercise 159

Merry Christmas everyone!

May your wishes come true, the feast be splendid and the time with your loved ones worthwhile. :D
Here is a little something for you to read:

2018/12/26 – Merry Christmas (poem)

Baubles and tinsel and fairy lights

A shooting star in silent nights

Cinnamon and vanilla flavours

Gifts and wishes and favours

Choirs singing a heavenly song

Knowing that you belong

With family and friends and lovers

Powdered snow everything covers

Festive and joyful atmosphere

Wishing dearly you were here

From the heart I say – it's true:

Merry Christmas to all of you!

Writing Exercise 158

Hi!

How are Christmas preparations going? I almost forgot to upload my writing exercise. XD
This week I had the prompt to  write about a totally normal day in the life of one of my characters. So here is my double drabble:

2018/12/21 – New Leaf (double drabble)

Imagine a totally normal day in the life of the cruel clan chief of the Raven Daemons, Lord Rhagkal Raven. At dawn he would get up and get ready for the day to read his correspondence during a typical Daemonic breakfast consisting of the most delicious delicacies you might ever taste. He would create several illusions of himself to file trade orders, pay visits to his toys in the dungeon, research the whereabouts of mighty artefacts to hoard in his vault, telepathically mess with the heads of important people to keep wars going for his entertainment, hold meetings with his co-conspirators, have an even more splendid lunch ready, have tea in the library between good reads and be bothered with the shenanigans of his 'high maintenance toy'. He would pay a visit to his deceased wife's grave, cursing her for every prediction that came true. If his heir was home they would battle until the younger Daemon was incapacitated. And after a late dinner he would spend more time with his favourite toys, granting them attention and maybe something they wished for. After a hot shower he would call it a day and dream of things going according to plan.

Writing Exercise 157

Hello again!

Thi time I tumbled over a questionaire on twitter so chose ten questions out of those 31 for this week's writing exercise and answered them. So this is me. XD

2018/12/13 – Interview with a vampire writer

1. Introduce yourself!

I'm Asuka Ishimaru, a self-published science fiction and fantasy author, digital and traditional artist, law student and housewife.

2. What are your hobbies?

I love writing, drawing, painting, reading and video games. I miss sailing, but I'm looking into skiing.

3. Where do you most hope to visit?

The places where my dear writing buddies live so we can meet in person and geek about our characters and plots.

4. What I your most-used emoji?

XD, closely followed by a black heart and an upside down smiley.

5. What was your first job?

Our neighbour back when I was in school was a locally famous linoleum print artist. I helped out in his atelier.

6. Who was your biggest teacher in life?

My mother; she taught me to laugh and love and live and just be myself, come what may.

7. What advice would you give your 18-year-old self?

Stay true to yourself and keep doing what you do. Life is tough, but you end up being me.

8. What job would you be terrible at?

Professional road racing athlete. I hate cycling with a passion.

9. What is your favourite song?

I have many favourite songs, and they change with the characters or stories I'm writing. My favourite band however is Trivium.

10. Do you have any pets?

I have a bunch of cacti. Does that count? I may not be able to cuddle them but they have names and I talk to them.

Writing Exercise 156

Good morning!

This week I have another double drabble for you. I have several prompts up my sleeve, and this is actually one of them. Here is what I made of it:

2018/12/03 – Anything but that (double drabble)

A blinding flash trickling down his spine was the last thing he remembered before clapping his eyes open. The rising sun peered through the blinds as he lay sprawled on the bed. Which was weird since he didn't remember going to bed. And the room seemed unfamiliar as well. His head in a cotton-woolly state, he blinked to focus his vision as he listened to the dulled sounds of birdsong. His senses did not sharpen much though. So he waited in the faint hope they would return once he was fully awake. Yet to no avail. Confused he sat up, slid out of bed and padded through the room, carefully, as his balance was off and his limbs felt wobbly. He managed to make it to the bathroom. A look into the mirror shocked him so much that his stomach lurched and repudiated its contents into the toilet. He frantically tried to call on his well of unfathomable strength and make this nightmare end. Nothing happened. His powers were gone. To his horror he was human. Those cheeky elders. He despised powerless creatures, and now they made him one as punishment for failing the mission. There was no way back.