Tuesday, 30 October 2018

Roll a story (made up edition)

Character: Three headed dragon
Setting: Enchanted desert
Problem: Stuck in land of spirits

The scorching sun beats down onto the sand. The sand wasn't the normal yellow-ish colour though. Instead, it was black, pitch-black. The three headed beast wandered through the extraordinary desert, searching for gems and valuable materials. While trying to find the valuable gems, he started day dreaming about an entire mountain of gems, with him on top of it. While dreaming, he became unaware of his surroundings, he kept on walking until something flashed past him and scared the day lights out of him.

The beast woke up, jumped up and all three heads started scanning the landscape. They saw nothing but the pitch-black sand. They scanned for about 20 minutes before he stopped scanning. When he did, another shadow flashed past him. The dragon stared in shock before feeling pain in his legs. The dragon collapsed before the air turned black and formed into shapes. The shapes turned into creatures that never existed in his world. The creatures back were adorned with spikes that gleamed in the light. It's eyes are blood-red, it's claws and teeth are razor sharp. They snarled and barked at the dragon. Circling around him.

The dragon lost his temper after one of the shadow creatures clawed at his face. The dragon started biting randomly, striking none of the shadow creatures. He has lost his mind now, he is becoming a maniac. The dragon started clawing, biting and shooting out beams. The shadows felt no pain. It seemed as if they were dodging every single move. The dragon swiped them with his tail, but then he noticed why he couldn't hit them, they were all illusions, nothing but spirits stuck in this world.

He suddenly stopped attacking and sprinted away from the shadows. The shadows started shrieking and snarling. After a few seconds of shrieking, it grew silent. The dragon looked behind him, they were gone. He turned back the to the way he was facing and a pitch-black spear greeted him by impaling his chest. The dragon started panicking, pain started surging through his body. He started seeing things of his past, like a mental slide show. He remembered something while watching the past fly through him. He started to keep calm. The pain ceased. The dragon then stared at the spear. The spear flew back and a silhouette appeared before him.

The silhouette looked at the dragon, after a few minutes of staring at each other, the shadow started to speak, at first the dragon was confused, he then found out it's speaking with it's mind, "Telepathy" the dragon wondered "Yes telepathy" the silhouette replied. "You have passed the test, you may leave Limbo". The dragon started feeling excited yet freaked out, "This was Limbo after all?!?" The dragon yelled as if he just found all the diamonds in the world. The silhouette didn't reply and gradually faded away. Darkness started to swirl around the dragon, before he could scream, he was back at the desert.

He got up and forgot all about finding gems and returned home, he began carving on a stone, the word was: "The land of spirits".
This is another Roll a story narrative. Instead of losing memory, the character got stuck in Limbo, instead of a fire dragon, it was a three headed dragon. I enjoyed writing this story, hope you enjoy it!

Friday, 19 October 2018

Write a story, with a dice.

In Room 25, we learnt about the structure of narratives and how to write one. Here is the story I created with a dice.

Character: Fire dragon
Setting: Dark forest
Problem: Lost their memory

The gloomy forest covered up an enormous part of the land like sauce over chicken. Deep in the forest, a battle is raging. Dragon against knight, the dragon flung his foe onto a decaying tree. The dragon prepared his final attack to finish the knight off. Before the dragon could react, the knight threw his sword aimlessly, the sword still struck the dragon though. The sword dug it's way through the thick scales of the beat's head.

The dragon finally woke up. He looked around, all he saw are trees. "Why am I here?" wondered the dragon, when he tried to get up, he found out he had been pinned on the soggy mud by a clay-more. He grasped the clay-more and yanked it out of his wrist, the pain surged through his body. He groaned with pain as the blood flowed through his arm and out his wrist.

He took a stroll through the forest and went past a decayed tree. A part of his memory flashed into his head, he instantly fell backwards it the mud. He rolled back up and winced at the memory. He stared at the log and something appeared in his mind. He didn't know what or who it is, but it looked familiar, a little creature dressed in armour, with a sword embedded with dragon scales.

The dragon started to walk faster, he then tripped right over an object, he turned his head instantly and a corpse of a deer greeted him. Again, memory flashed back, not pleasant ones, unpleasant. Again a creature appeared, it was the exact same creature, the one who had scales on his sword.

The dragon has had enough, he set out and tried to fly, he only glided for a few seconds and toppled over. "What in the world is happening?!?" Finally, able to fly again, he set off. After a death-defying hour, he found a building with enormous walls that towered over him.

The dragon was greeted with a shout and a ton of arrows flying through the air. The dragon dived and evaded all the arrows. He flew towards the building, when he got close, something pierced his wing, he spiralled towards the ground, amazingly he was able to land without any injury. He looked straight and there it was, the one with scales on his sword.

The dragon recognised the scales, memory of his beloved ones hit his mind hard. He seethed with anger, he threw himself towards the knight, the knight remained calm and dodged to his right and slashed his wing. The dragon didn't seem to feel pain and managed to strike the knight full on the chest with his talons. The dragon then leaped towards his enemy, he then got impaled on the stomach by his foe.

He spat out blood, he then gritted his teeth and stabbed the knight's chest. Then the knights eyes widened and then he grew stiff. The knight dropped his sword and started to speak gibberish, he then grew silent, the dragon then burnt the knight's corpse into ashes. Victory was the dragon's, he got his memory back and returned to the forest, where he lived in peace.
The dragon getting impaled
This narrative, I wrote myself. It took me about 3-4 hours and a few mins to finish the story on my book.

 It took few minutes to copy it all down onto the blog and a few seconds for the picture (I was rushing because not enough time.)

I hope you enjoy the narrative, leave a comment about the story, suggestions or any other things about this narrative.