I've been....busy. So, several of my muses went from comatose to highly caffeinated in a short period of time, so I've been busy writing and doing things.
Today's post is from...wait for it...Mildly Normal Insanity! Yup, I'm still writing it, and it's still giving me grief about how little I write! Oh, and the name of the book has changed. It's currently going by See Us, and now I've run out of things to say. Please read the small snippet from the book, and leave a comment! This is told from the perspective of Basil, a character who I'm still developing. He's a modern adaption of Agamemnon, so if you know a better way to adapt Agamemnon into the modern era, please let me know!
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So, thoughts? I'm changing perspectives through every chapter, so it's really fun writing from the P.O.V. of so many characters. Still, some of the characters are tricky to write! Anyway, thank you for reading, I hope to have another post soon!
Scribe ergo quae vidiste vivere!
Today's post is from...wait for it...Mildly Normal Insanity! Yup, I'm still writing it, and it's still giving me grief about how little I write! Oh, and the name of the book has changed. It's currently going by See Us, and now I've run out of things to say. Please read the small snippet from the book, and leave a comment! This is told from the perspective of Basil, a character who I'm still developing. He's a modern adaption of Agamemnon, so if you know a better way to adapt Agamemnon into the modern era, please let me know!
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I swore as a cacophony of screams erupted from the other side of the plaza. I saw people running as quickly as they could
away from the northwest end, and I immediately ran for a lookout post. I found
it in the form of the clock tower in the middle of the plaza. I made my way
through the swarming masses of people until I could reach the door to the tower
and slam it closed behind me.
I was silently grateful that the guards had
abandoned their posts to flee with the rest of the crowd, and quickly climbed
the tower to find a lookout position after bolting the door behind me. It took
me a matter of seconds to climb to the top of the tower and stare down at the
plaza.
I could see the cause of the riots then. There were
about ten of them, and a whole line of people who were in various states of
shock left behind. The creatures were practically tearing down the slowest of
the mob, and I swore as I saw the wanton destruction of bleeding bodies left
behind them.
“Please watch your language around a lady, sir.”
I turned around quickly, and realized that I wasn’t
the only person with this idea.
“Sorry, I thought I was alone.” I thought for a
moment. “If you don’t mind me asking ma'am, why didn’t you run with everyone
else?”
“Just because everyone else decided to run around
screaming and drawing attention to themselves like perfect idiots doesn’t mean
that I have to do the same.” She stated, and I nodded.
“You from Britain?” I asked, turning back to stare
out the window.
“I am.” She nodded. “And you? You're from
America?” I nodded. “Very well. What’s your plan?” She asked.
“Wait for the creatures to chase everyone else,
then get the hell out of here.”
“I thought you were going to watch your language.”
“That was me watching my language.” She snorted,
and you’ve never heard someone insult you until you’ve heard someone from
Britain snort at you. “So what’re you doin’ here in Switzerland?”
“I was attending a fashion show.” I turned to stare
at her. While she looked the part, with some kind of jacket, a modest skirt,
and heels that would make me wince, something didn’t really make sense.
“Sorry if I’m reading into things that are none of
my business, but I got the impression you had more common sense than that.”
She snorted at me again. “I take offense at that.
Several people I know have an incredible amount of common sense and love
fashion shows.”
“But not you?” I asked. She sighed.
“It was a different type of fashion show.” I took
my turn to snort, but apparently I did it the wrong way. “Is something I said
amusing to you?” She asked.
“Sorry, I was just wondering when Switzerland was known for its fashion shows.”
She squared her shoulders and stared out the window
with me. “Like I said, it was a different type of fashion show.” And she
wouldn’t say more on the matter.
“Basil.” I said, offering her my hand.
She looked at it almost distastefully, but shook it
eventually. “Hera.”
“Nice to meet you Hera.”
“Nice? Amidst the screams coming from the plaza as
creatures kill and mutilate everyone in it aside from us? I hardly think so.”
She turned back to the window, and I did too. There were some people that you
just couldn’t talk to.
~So, thoughts? I'm changing perspectives through every chapter, so it's really fun writing from the P.O.V. of so many characters. Still, some of the characters are tricky to write! Anyway, thank you for reading, I hope to have another post soon!
Scribe ergo quae vidiste vivere!
