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It all starts with a yawn...
In a dark, grim hallway, two men stand tall. Breathing heavily, the first one reaches to open the door. A long, dry, mocking laugh fills the air as the door descends down the hallway at a rapid pace. As the door fades out of site, the laughter dies.
Darkness...
==
But within the darkness, a loud gasp fills the air, followed by more heavy breathing. The hallway begins to twist and morph into a small apartment. The two men dissolve into one. The new man is laid down upon a rather uncomfortable looking lounge. He groans and rolls over, his eyes slowly opening. Placing his hands over his face, he painfully positions himself so he's sitting up. He mouthed a curse and rose.
Walking into the small kitchen, he did the daily routine of grabbing his "World's worst dad" cup (which was kind of odd seeing that he didn't have any children) milk, sugar and starting the coffee machine. Within minutes, he sat back on the lounge, turned on the television and relaxed.
==
A brave black knight, riding his equally black horse, stormed into the abandoned castle. Instead of pages and squires that greeted him, the corpses of fallen knights littered the floor of the entrance. Gulping, the man dismounted his steed and walked deeper into the castle. Towards the dimly lit dungeon he treaded, hoping he wouldn't run into the rumoured beast that slumbered there. Stepping on a bone, a loud, echoing crunch filled the air.
Deeper in the dungeon, two golden eyes snapped wide open, scanning the room. The pair of eyes rose and eventually a demonic head was bathed in the damp lighting. Two golden eyes, black horns, blood red scales with dark green runes and teeth holding back a wave of saliva confronted the once brave knight, who had tripped over and lay there stunned in both awe and fright. Slowly, the dragon made its way to the fallen knight, the saliva from its mouth dripping onto his legs...
==
Again the man woke, this time: Screaming. Looking down at his lap, the cup of coffee had spilt onto his rust coloured slacks. Launching the cup into the air in a desperate attempt to relive the pain, he ran to his room to change. As he slammed his door shut, the cup came down, smashing into multiple pieces.
Returning once more, he-
In a dark, grim hallway, two men stand tall. Breathing heavily, the first one reaches to open the door. A long, dry, mocking laugh fills the air as the door descends down the hallway at a rapid pace. As the door fades out of site, the laughter dies.
Darkness...
==
But within the darkness, a loud gasp fills the air, followed by more heavy breathing. The hallway begins to twist and morph into a small apartment. The two men dissolve into one. The new man is laid down upon a rather uncomfortable looking lounge. He groans and rolls over, his eyes slowly opening. Placing his hands over his face, he painfully positions himself so he's sitting up. He mouthed a curse and rose.
Walking into the small kitchen, he did the daily routine of grabbing his "World's worst dad" cup (which was kind of odd seeing that he didn't have any children) milk, sugar and starting the coffee machine. Within minutes, he sat back on the lounge, turned on the television and relaxed.
==
A brave black knight, riding his equally black horse, stormed into the abandoned castle. Instead of pages and squires that greeted him, the corpses of fallen knights littered the floor of the entrance. Gulping, the man dismounted his steed and walked deeper into the castle. Towards the dimly lit dungeon he treaded, hoping he wouldn't run into the rumoured beast that slumbered there. Stepping on a bone, a loud, echoing crunch filled the air.
Deeper in the dungeon, two golden eyes snapped wide open, scanning the room. The pair of eyes rose and eventually a demonic head was bathed in the damp lighting. Two golden eyes, black horns, blood red scales with dark green runes and teeth holding back a wave of saliva confronted the once brave knight, who had tripped over and lay there stunned in both awe and fright. Slowly, the dragon made its way to the fallen knight, the saliva from its mouth dripping onto his legs...
==
Again the man woke, this time: Screaming. Looking down at his lap, the cup of coffee had spilt onto his rust coloured slacks. Launching the cup into the air in a desperate attempt to relive the pain, he ran to his room to change. As he slammed his door shut, the cup came down, smashing into multiple pieces.
Returning once more, he-
I'm writing, or attempting to none the less, a novel and this is the first page that I've started working on.
As you can clearly see, I've been interrupted when finishing the last part of the actual main character's part and I'm far too busy at the moment to finish it. This is also my debut into the literature world so wish my luck
It's kind of real though, because I had some of these ideas while thinking of writing a story xD
As you can clearly see, I've been interrupted when finishing the last part of the actual main character's part and I'm far too busy at the moment to finish it. This is also my debut into the literature world so wish my luck
It's kind of real though, because I had some of these ideas while thinking of writing a story xD
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can i have the dragon? *pleading eyes*