Quick side note: if you stumbled here about the post to any and all who work on
Psych. It’s ‘A Big Thank You’
I just want to say something to keep in mind as you read my short stories. I am
posting here because I want to grow as a writer and I can't evolve with silence. Keep in
mind, I don't care if your comment says you hate it as long as you give a valid and
constructive explanation of what you disliked about it. While positive feedback is
welcomed and loved, often times positive feedback is left as an 'I loved it' or 'that was
awesome', nothing about why, and while it does feel nice, and is encouraging. Often
times the negative feedback is what you level up from the most, so long as it explains
what was bad. So please, keep that in mind as you read my stories, I am here to grow
as a writer. I know my stuff is amateur and try as I might, there will be errors, and I know
I have a rocky relationship with my comas. I know by all means, my stuff is not that
good and I would love to know what those spots are so I know what to work on.
A Dance of Flames
Moving her hands in various ways
through out this little scene of flames, it starts off with a fiery field of
grass in a circle about a foot in front of her. Gently they move like a breeze
is pushing pass them, then with an invisible gust of wind the flaming blades of
grass swirls up and around to form the shape of a tiger. It’s nearly as tall as
the 4’10 ft frame of the one that conjured it. The tiger is facing away from
her, who it then turns to face, sitting down, and looking at its master waiting
for a signal. Its head tilts to the side and his tail swished back and forth,
and a twitch of his ear, which tossed small puffs of fire that flickered out
instantly.
After a few
moments, with a gesture of her small hands the tiger stands. Opening its mouth
wide proceeding into a vicious roar. Flames burst forth and swirl, brushing
passed and around the small frame creating a 4’10ft hour-glass shadow inside
the flames. Her clothes and hair getting tossed about in the breeze of the
fire; swirling up and above her, as the tiger fades from tail to snout as it
uses its flame body to create a large bird.
With
another wave of her hand and wave of the other, a tree of flames appears. The
bird which flies around it a few times, flapping its wings, gracefully lands on
the top of the tree. Moving its beak, opening it wide as though holding out the
long note of a tune; little notes slowly move out of its beak. Unfolding its wings
it moves to take off but is drawn back as if there were a drain between the
bird and the tree. They swirl and distort, sucked into a tightly compacted egg
shaped ball of flames.
A detailed
red leaf then appears below the egg. Rolling off the leaf it lands on another,
the previous leaf disappears; continuing this pattern till it reaches to roll
onto the girl’s hand.
The egg
then proceeds to appear to crack, the top half fall to the side of her hand,
disappears into her palm. A snake, small at first, soon grows. Its head about
the size of hers; bursts from the egg to coil around her feet and then
spiraling crawls up her body, its head atop hers.
After a
moment of the snake looking around, it lifts its head, opening its jaw as
though to attack and bite, vibrantly it bursts into millions of blazing petals;
gently they float to the ground.
With many
petals still in the air, she bows her head and the rest of the fiery petals
swirl up and absorb themselves into her body. After they have all disappeared,
she lifts her head back up.
Nekodra’s cheeks redden like the
back of her short red hair tipped dark; one of her long black bangs falls to
cover one of her eyes. Bouncing lightly on her toes she walks off the stage,
her long black jacket fluttered out behind her, with a small glimpse of a
fluffy jet black tail. Sitting down on a nearby bench, lightly tugging at her
pants she pulls out a blood lollipop and proceeds to unwrap it and pop it into
her mouth, her tail wrapping around and onto her lap. Smiling, she enjoys the
rest of the contest, eagerly waiting to see other competitors beautiful acts.
By Nekodra
K.D. LaCroix
Afterword
This story was written back -let’s
see- I believe it was 10th grade. So 2005. For little competition
with Oc’s with some friends. The premise was a festival and there was a contest
between elementals to do performance incorporating their element into the dance.
My little Nekodra won. And yes, Nekodra was born a cat demon, and later was
turned into a Vampire. She used to always keep her tail out, but doesn’t
anymore, she prefers to stay in a completely humanoid form. But she has a soft
spot for fluffy and can occasionally be found secretly hugging or stroking her
own tail.
I wonder, does this story paint the
picture I want it to? I have this whole visual video in my head of how this
performance looks, and I wonder do I describe it well enough that those who
aren’t in my head, see a similar image in their mind of this fiery performance?
Just
a few after thoughts:
-Follow me on Twitter. I will tweet every time I post on my blog and I
will post a link. Nekodra's Twitter
-Have fun and toss me writing prompt. I would love the practice. I will credit
you for tossing the prompt when I post the resulting story.
-If you have never seen Psych and you love comedies or crime shows. I highly
recommend it! Psych airs on USA
on Wednesdays.
- Please remember feedback, I can’t grow as a writer from silence. I also would just love to talk.
-Also remember unless stated otherwise, these stories and drawings belong to
me, I wrote/drew them, please respect that.
Hey, it's Eclectic Butterfly from Fanfiction.net. Found my way here!
ReplyDeleteYou are very descriptive, and your words paint a very vivid picture. You don't bog the story down with too many, or unnecessary, details, which is sometimes a hard thing to do.
It's great that you created a character that people like. For me, personally, I'm not into magic, or vampires, or any of that sort of thing. Still, I think you have a future in writing.
I didn't see any negatives, but I hope this was somewhat encouraging.
~Eclectic Butterfly~