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I realized this afternoon while I was being lazy and sitting around that while my mother has written a novel and is working in two more, and my sister has throughout her childhood written many short stories as well, I never have.
I used to write a lot, in middle school especially I filled books with my poetry.
But I never wrote a single story. I have made stories in my head, long involved stories with plots that range from fantastical to tedious to every day ordinary stories about life, but I have never once written one down. So, here is the first chapter of the story I've been musing over for a good month now, perhaps two.
I'm not trying to waste your time with a windy, babbling story. It's short, and this first chapter is intentionally vague. I'd really appreciate some feedback, as I said I'm completely new to this so any advice or criticism you have would be great. I promise I wont cry if you think I suck
Thank you :]
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The creaking of oars and the gentle lapping of waves against the hull lulled her into an uneasy sleep. They had been at sea for almost a year now, and were on their way back north, back to the icelocked land of their ancestors. Back home.
This thought soothed the seasoned crewmen, they'd had their fun but now longed to see their families, to see the difference a year could make. Perhaps there were babies born, perhaps elders had passed. The time at sea had been rough, and man to man each was longing for the peace and solidity the heart associated with the snow coated northlands.
It was late afternoon, and the captain observed his weary crew with seasoned eyes before turning his gaze to the horizon. He too felt the pull of home, but something felt amiss somehow. Something had been tickling at his mind now for several days. A nagging worry, for which he repeatedly assured himself there was no need.
The girl felt it too. In her restless sleep she stirred, burying her face deeper in the dog's side. She cringed at an unnamed fear in some unknown nightmare, letting out a small whimper that drew the captain's gaze.
His brow creased as he mused over the small child that lie curled up on the deck. With her ability the girl had aided the ship to pass nearly unharmed through many a treacherous sea, but now he wondered what else her curious mind detected rising in the distance.
He had seen power such as hers only once before, in an elderly man on a sea far south of here. Of course, a young girl of scarcely six years could only begin to grasp such a power, yet already the ship had reaped the rewards of it. Simply by listening to what the unknown voice of the wind told her, they had avoided countless tempests and stormy waters with ease. With time, that benefit could only increase... what a brilliantly lucky find she was. And in his own village too. He couldn't help but grin at his good fortune.
The girl in question jolted awake, startling her canine pillow. The dog yawned and stood up, dumping the girl on to the wooden deck.
She scowled at him before rising to her feet as well. The two shared a look, as though communicating silently with a gaze.
It unnerved the captain when he saw this, as it always did. He hated the creature, mistrusted it for everything it was. A wolf, five years old at least though is still resembled a year old pup, and black as a ravens wing. It stayed by her always though, and the girl had refused to come aboard without it. He'd been forced to comply.
"Fener's hungry" the girl's face was sullen, as always.
The captain nodded, gesturing off towards the cabin. He sighed as the strange pair ran off. His eyes returned again to the horizon, which had darkened ominously.
"What should we do about that?" he inquired after the storm clouds when she returned.
"Nuthin." She replied around a large hunk of bread. "It's moving inland."
"The coast is there."
She looked up at him.
"Will the wind pick up tonight?"
She nodded.
"Towards the shore?"
She nodded again.
"Will it be safe here?"
She smiled reassuringly, though her eyes remained distant.
"It's moving inland." She repeated.
"Hm. Alright."
With a deep rumble from the ominous clouds in the distance the storm commenced.
"Stow the oars! Take in the sail! Put out the sea anchor!" The captain bellowed.
The crewmen scurried like ants to comply, each man knowing his place and moving quickly to fill it.
The crew ate their dinner as the sun set, drifting on the restless waves as the wind howled by, rocking the boat with choppy waves and sending a fine mist of sea spray over the stern. A fine drizzle started as the sun was swallowed by the open ocean and soon built up to a steady downpour. The night watch settled in as the bulk of the men went below to sleep.
But the girl and her companion stayed awake, impassive in the face of the falling rain and silent in fearful awe at the breaking storm before them.
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I used to write a lot, in middle school especially I filled books with my poetry.
But I never wrote a single story. I have made stories in my head, long involved stories with plots that range from fantastical to tedious to every day ordinary stories about life, but I have never once written one down. So, here is the first chapter of the story I've been musing over for a good month now, perhaps two.
I'm not trying to waste your time with a windy, babbling story. It's short, and this first chapter is intentionally vague. I'd really appreciate some feedback, as I said I'm completely new to this so any advice or criticism you have would be great. I promise I wont cry if you think I suck
Thank you :]
------------------Chapter-1--------------Fener------------------------------------
The creaking of oars and the gentle lapping of waves against the hull lulled her into an uneasy sleep. They had been at sea for almost a year now, and were on their way back north, back to the icelocked land of their ancestors. Back home.
This thought soothed the seasoned crewmen, they'd had their fun but now longed to see their families, to see the difference a year could make. Perhaps there were babies born, perhaps elders had passed. The time at sea had been rough, and man to man each was longing for the peace and solidity the heart associated with the snow coated northlands.
It was late afternoon, and the captain observed his weary crew with seasoned eyes before turning his gaze to the horizon. He too felt the pull of home, but something felt amiss somehow. Something had been tickling at his mind now for several days. A nagging worry, for which he repeatedly assured himself there was no need.
The girl felt it too. In her restless sleep she stirred, burying her face deeper in the dog's side. She cringed at an unnamed fear in some unknown nightmare, letting out a small whimper that drew the captain's gaze.
His brow creased as he mused over the small child that lie curled up on the deck. With her ability the girl had aided the ship to pass nearly unharmed through many a treacherous sea, but now he wondered what else her curious mind detected rising in the distance.
He had seen power such as hers only once before, in an elderly man on a sea far south of here. Of course, a young girl of scarcely six years could only begin to grasp such a power, yet already the ship had reaped the rewards of it. Simply by listening to what the unknown voice of the wind told her, they had avoided countless tempests and stormy waters with ease. With time, that benefit could only increase... what a brilliantly lucky find she was. And in his own village too. He couldn't help but grin at his good fortune.
The girl in question jolted awake, startling her canine pillow. The dog yawned and stood up, dumping the girl on to the wooden deck.
She scowled at him before rising to her feet as well. The two shared a look, as though communicating silently with a gaze.
It unnerved the captain when he saw this, as it always did. He hated the creature, mistrusted it for everything it was. A wolf, five years old at least though is still resembled a year old pup, and black as a ravens wing. It stayed by her always though, and the girl had refused to come aboard without it. He'd been forced to comply.
"Fener's hungry" the girl's face was sullen, as always.
The captain nodded, gesturing off towards the cabin. He sighed as the strange pair ran off. His eyes returned again to the horizon, which had darkened ominously.
"What should we do about that?" he inquired after the storm clouds when she returned.
"Nuthin." She replied around a large hunk of bread. "It's moving inland."
"The coast is there."
She looked up at him.
"Will the wind pick up tonight?"
She nodded.
"Towards the shore?"
She nodded again.
"Will it be safe here?"
She smiled reassuringly, though her eyes remained distant.
"It's moving inland." She repeated.
"Hm. Alright."
With a deep rumble from the ominous clouds in the distance the storm commenced.
"Stow the oars! Take in the sail! Put out the sea anchor!" The captain bellowed.
The crewmen scurried like ants to comply, each man knowing his place and moving quickly to fill it.
The crew ate their dinner as the sun set, drifting on the restless waves as the wind howled by, rocking the boat with choppy waves and sending a fine mist of sea spray over the stern. A fine drizzle started as the sun was swallowed by the open ocean and soon built up to a steady downpour. The night watch settled in as the bulk of the men went below to sleep.
But the girl and her companion stayed awake, impassive in the face of the falling rain and silent in fearful awe at the breaking storm before them.
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