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As I had highlighted in a past entry, I had begun an easy-going writing exercise that makes flexing my writing muscle less stressful to maintain with all the things I want to do in the course of a day. The following is a compilation of my first twenty entries that are written pretty much spur of the moment. I aim to keep each sentence no longer than the maximum length of an MSN personal message. Also, I try to keep momentum rather than getting bogged down by descriptors.
Every twenty, I plan to write a similar blog entry like this. As is my nature, they become progressively more vivid, as does the story in my mind. I have no idea where I am going with this, if anywhere, but I felt that it warranted its own title that may or may not change. For now though, I like it.
I update my iStory page every day with a sentence or two, and sometimes with or without dialogue. Non-WordPress user comments are allowed.
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A goddess with flaming red hair appeared before my eyes and…she spoke in an audible whisper for my ears alone.
‘You have been chosen by me…’
She then offered me a sword, twinkling a brilliant luster, to take by the hilt. I could see her crimson blood flowing down the blade’s underside.
‘Um…you’re bleeding,’ I said calmly, pointing at the steady flowing stream.
‘Ah…AHHH! I AM bleeding!’ she cried, relinquishing her grip on the sword’s blade. Before I realized what I had done, I had caught the ebony hilt between with both hands. A grin flashed over her lips.
‘H-Hey! What’s..happening..?!’
A opaque lavender mist began seeping from the sword, now shimmering brighter by the second. Devious laughter broke forth into my ears.
‘It seems ‘he’ finds you favorable as well,’ she said through her gleeful emerald gaze. My attempts at releasing the now burning hilt failed. What’s more, her face showed no sign of injury or pain.
When I realized my entire body now felt hot, the mist had already entered my body and the sword’s light shrouded my vision in white. I was powerless to do anything. No…I have always been powerless, and yet now…
Her final words echo throughout my soul daily.
‘With the power you now have, you live for me. Serve me well.’
Two weeks have past since then…There’s still a feeling that I can’t seem shake, as if something is lying dormant inside me.
“Ah. So you were dreaming, right?” My friend, Tomoe, had been staring at me all this time in blank disbelief as I retold my story.
“It wasn’t a dream, Tomoe! More like a vision. Like she was in my mind.” I was starting to regret even mentioning it.
“Do you even understand what you’re saying, Matoko? Talking like you care about a dream or vision or whatever? That’s so unlike you.”
My eyes shifted off to the side in frustration, aware of the truth in her words. I am the last person to believe in fate, let alone a goddess.
“You’re right, Tomoe. That was just a figment of my imagination..”
I lied.
I cannot deny what I saw or felt. Delusions weren’t my thing at all. She nodded with a smile as we left our secluded lunch spot on school grounds. I clenched my fist in response, wanting to forget everything…
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