I’ve done photo challenges, but never a writing challenge. Looking through this list seems like it would be interesting to do. So now my goal for June is to complete this challenge.
Creeping up the hill he’s silent as a mouse. He peeks over the edge, counting the heads of his enemies as he prepares his bow. Slowly, steadily he pulls the feathered tip of his arrow and bow string back to his cheek. He takes a deep breath and holds steady as he releases the string.
The arrow glides through the air. It’s silent and right on target. The unknowing victim begins to turn around. He is met with the tip of the arrow as it pierces his skull. His body falls limp to the ground.
The Dragonborn is on his feet, moving quickly and effortlessly through the grass. He crouches behind a rock and takes aim as the first to notice the fallen body attempts to realize what just happened. Before his mind has fully registered the terror about to ensue, his body, too, is limp and on the ground.
Now the alarm has sounded and the men are moving quickly to guard the parameter. Eyes of every shape and color are darting back and forth, both hoping they find and don’t find the Dragonborn.
He moves too quietly for their ears to hear and too quickly for the eyes to know. Was it him or just a bird taking flight? Their eyes focus on the south , where the arrow came from. They do not realize he has already made it to the north end of the camp.
A guard hears a light whistle a second too late. His body falls from his post high in the tower, falling forty feet to the hard ground below.
The Dragonborn never stays in one spot. While they look for him in the north he has already moved to the south. His arrow finds its newest victim with ease. The guards on the battlements and in the towers have all met their death. The men on the ground tremble as their feet shift and they try to brace themselves for a fate they do not desire.
The Dragonborn has crept into the shadows and slithers through the camp unnoticed. He holds a light sword in his right hand and a menacing dagger in his left. The dagger is made of a darkened mineral, its deep green hue and jagged design feel weathered and experienced in the art of disembowelment.
The Dragonborn approaches his next victim from behind. He is a young guard, quivering and sniveling in fear. For a moment The Dragonborn thinks of letting him live, but then he remembers the haneos acts this guards have done. Killing or imprisoning women and children with only the small crime of worshipping Talos, a man who died a god.
The guard’s hands find his bleeding neck. Crimson blood flows freely from the wound. He gargles his own blood and slowly falls to the dirt as his vision fades to black.
Only three remain, the Ghost moves quickly elimating the head of the first with one smooth swing of his sword. His feet carry him effortlessly the 50 feet to the next guard. He puts up a small fight. Their swords clanging for an instant before he’s holding his own intestines in his hands.
The last is shaking but standing his ground. The Dragonborn admires this bravery. In spite of his eminent demise the guard rushes forward swinging his battleaxe ferociously. The Dragonborn dodges the heavy steel and swings his sword around but the guard is quicker than anticipated. The sword misses him by less than an inch and he has already reset his stance. Prepared to fight to the death. He rushes forward again, not waiting for the Dragonborn to initiate.
The axe glances off the sword and the dagger finds its mark, buried to the hilt in the courageous guard’s stomach. A look of confusion and shock crosses the guards face as he slowly drops to his knees.
The Dragonborn pulls his dagger from the last victim, triumphant, victorious. He searches through crates and barrels, plundering chests and looking for jewels. The ground shakes and a new adventure begins as the Elder Dragon flies overhead.
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I was feeling not so inspired this morning and then I saw this picture (not sure of the origin) and thought about writing out an experience from my all time favorite game – Skyrim. I have spent more hours than I care to share playing this game. It’s like an alternate reality for me. It helps me relax after a rough day. You fight in the game but you also do a lot of searching for different treasure and can almost feel like an archeologist finding artifacts that date back thousands of years. Just another little tidbit to give you insight into my life.
I recently took a trip to Canada for a Game of Thrones Exhibit so I thought I’d share some of the photos with you.
Oath Keeper – Jamie Lannister’s sword that he gave to Brienne of Tarth
Left to right:
Sansa’s wedding dress, Prince Oberyn’s outfit, Margerie’s wedding dress, Joffrey’s outfit, Cersi’s dress.
Brienne & Jamie
Bran & Hodor
Longclaw – Jon Snow’s sword
Arya & The Hound
Left to right:
The Red Lady, Stannis, Sir Devos
The letter and box sent to House Greyjoy with Theon’s “favorite toy”.
We were able to “Ascend the Wall” using the Oculus Rift.
Getting to sit in the Iron Throne.
The Fallsview Casino
It was extremely foggy & misty that night. We were right at the edge and couldn’t see the falls.
Clifton Hill is really beautiful at night.
A Mirror Maze
Checking out Guinness
Overall it was a great trip!
This was my view earlier today. I’ve been under a lot of stress between my job, school, bills, upkeep on the house, etc… (You all know about this stuff). I was taking my lunch and studying for my final. I couldn’t breath, I didn’t have much of an appetite, and felt like I could throw up. I thought it was because I have been tired and I was just sleepy. But it wouldn’t get any better. I then remembered that my doctor had told me these little episodes (since they’d ruled out asthma) could be mini panic attacks. As soon as that hit me I put everything away. I decided that I had to do something about it. I couldn’t just keep pushing through this stuff. I had to take a break for me. I had to get my breathing in check… And really my mind too. So that’s exactly what I did. I went into the storage area off my office and laid down (thankfully the rug had just been cleaned). I laid in the dark staring at the ceiling for nearly 30 minutes before playing a game on my phone to distract my mind from thoughts of all the stuff stressing me.
I’ll be honest, it’s been a tough week and I’m just ready for it to be over. When I get moving in full gear for too long it’s hard for me to slow down. I finally have somewhat. My final has been taken so there is a partial weight lifted. This has really become my outlet. Whether anyone really reads this or cares how busy I’ve been. This helps. It helps to have an avenue of release. It helps to get it out there. Even if “there” is really no where at all.
In case you’re wondering what exactly my “view” was. Here’s a picture with the flash on.
Now it’s off to dream land for me.
Hopefully the next day flies by and I can have a relaxing weekend.
Slow me down, send me the sun
This storm is too crazy
The rain, the wind, the lightning, the hail
It blows unceasingly
It pours until everything is flooded
The sky is lit in the charges of lightning
I run, I keep running
I move as quickly as possible
I cannot be carried any faster
Where is the sun?
Where is the calm?
I muster what strength I have left
I put all my energy into this run
I keep running
My chest heaves, my lungs burn
My face stings as the rain pelts my skin
My legs ache, my muscles tighten
My heart beats too fast for me to count
When will this end?
When can I stop?
I’ve been running for days
No break for my tired body
No break for my weakened mind
I run, I keep running
Will this storm rage on forever?
Will it ever cease to exist?
I run without thinking now
I’m a robot, I don’t know how to stop
I run for miles, I don’t know how to stop
My breathing is labored, how could I stop?
My legs feel like jello, there is no way to stop?
My feet carry me further, they refuse to slow
The sun is on the horizon
I can see it coming through the clouds
I tell my body to slow down
I tell my feet to stop running, to walk
I tell my lungs it will be over soon
I tell my heart it will be able to rest
But nothing is changing
I’m not showing down
My pace hasn’t changed
I yell at my legs
I scream for my muscles to listen
I cannot stop myself
I cannot end this mechanical running
Someone has to come along
Someone will slow me down
Will anyone be able to help?
Someone please pump my breaks!
I’m feeling incredibly uninspired lately. My mind feels empty and void of arousing thought. I have thought over and over of what I should write about but I’ve got nothing. I have been working on a book (for two years now) and I think I’m getting close to finishing it, but I’m at a loss with where to go next. I hate this feeling. I want to write something, but my brain is refusing to come up with new material. Some days I wish I didn’t have to work. I now understand why writers go into hiding to write. I feel like I would have a better shot at finishing my book if I were to go off to a cabin on a lake somewhere and have only peace and the sounds of nature to keep me company. As it stands now I have the always present needs of every day life to keep me occupied. There are always dishes to wash, a house to be cleaned, bills to be paid, a full time career, a few college courses, and a small child to distract me. There was a time when I could spend up to 8 hours writing. But that was years ago. Years before I was out of high school. During a time when I had very little responsibility and no other distractions. I had nothing to worry about, no stress pulling my mind away from my fictitious world I am creating to the all too familiar real world where there is so much going on. I just hope this doesn’t last forever. I just hope one day I will get the chance to follow my dream and become a published author. But for now I will try to maintain a blog and little by little work on a book I could have had done over a year ago.