tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post6681421237149021943..comments2023-07-06T07:33:06.262-04:00Comments on * Writers' Spark * Every story has to start somewhere *: Prompt: Beyond the Silver Stream and past the Misty Woods there stood a tall tower made of grey stone. No man knew who had built it, and no one had ever found a way to reach its top. Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-23882062497164033862013-04-27T01:08:53.781-04:002013-04-27T01:08:53.781-04:00Thanks! It's rough, but I do like the idea. Mi...Thanks! It's rough, but I do like the idea. Might have to come back to this one...Margaret S. McGrawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18301618521427459626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-767471608303842722013-04-24T18:26:56.360-04:002013-04-24T18:26:56.360-04:00I like the POV in yours. And the idea of the drag...I like the POV in yours. And the idea of the dragon as throne is quite neat.Annenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-14771370183409511752013-04-24T01:52:36.848-04:002013-04-24T01:52:36.848-04:00Ooh, nicely creepy! Loved the horse butting his ba...Ooh, nicely creepy! Loved the horse butting his back, and the laughter. Rollos seems like he might be on top of this game until the last line!Margaret S. McGrawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18301618521427459626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-74215865834770549982013-04-23T18:19:12.921-04:002013-04-23T18:19:12.921-04:00Prompt: Beyond the Silver Stream and past the Mist...Prompt: Beyond the Silver Stream and past the Misty Woods there stood a tall tower made of grey stone. No man knew who had built it, and no one had ever found a way to reach its top.<br /><br /> <br />Tinkling laughter seemed to bounce off the trees. Rollos stopped, and his horse butted his back with her head. The mare whinnied.<br /><br />"Shh, girl," Rollos said, petting her nose.<br /> <br />He had not imagined the sound. Yet it only seemed to occur when he was moving. He waited twice as long as he had last time, then stepped forward again. As soon as he did, the laughter returned. He halted midstride, foot still in the air. The laughter cut off half a second after he stopped. Hah! So he could trick it. Her. Him. Whatever was laughing.<br /> <br />It did confirm that it was not just coincidence that superimposed the laughter over the sound of his footsteps. Someone was teasing him. Someone who didn't want him to localise the sound. Someone, then, who could be found if Rollos tried. He smiled.<br /> <br />The laugher would probably remain silent for a while now, after that accidental reveal. Rollos lead his horse forward again. He ducked under a branch. He wished they would run across a road or path, eventually. The whole cross-woods adventure had begun when the riverside path washed out. Then he started following the laughter. He had not come far enough, yet, to worry that he was wandering too far into the wilderness. But signs of civilisation would be nice.<br /> <br />He squinted through the woods, thinking that a steady grey in the distance was showing a straighter line than one might expect from a natural cliff. He stepped more briskly, and soon it was obvious he was approaching a manmade structure.<br /><br />In a clearing, on the top of a very slight mound stood a smooth grey tower. Rollos craned his neck looking up, and could barely make out the top of the tower in blue-grey sky. Excellent. Civilisation. <br /><br />It was strange, though, that there appeared to be no path to the clearing. Perhaps he had come in exactly across from one, however. He circled the tower, and was soon more confused than before. No path, and no door.<br /><br />He placed a hand on the stone. It laughed.Annenoreply@blogger.com