TT: Writing Exercise

2 Responses to “TT: Writing Exercise”

1. Pamela L. says on: 28 July 2009 at 10:53 pm

   Not only am I not late but I’m first to post here? Someone must have messed with the space-time continuum.

   Oh, well, I’d been wanting to do a story revolving around the ancient Egyptian gods. Happy reading!

   It was over. He had lost this battle. Horus winced as his left eye burned. He was grateful it had stopped bleeding, but he knew it would never completely heal. What was worse, though, was this damp mist that drizzled over him. Wings outstretched like a giant umbrella to protect him from the unrelenting drops, he huddled on the cold hard ground in this harsh, unwelcoming land.

   Set had teleported him here, using a strange magic that Horus suspected even Isis and Osiris didn’t know about. He looked around at the dark tree trunks with their strange leaves. These were nothing like the mulberry, sycamore, or lotus fruit trees he was used to. Here there were dark green leaves shaped like needles and others like fans with sharp-looking edges. He knew they wouldn’t cut him, though. He’d already touched one before letting it fall to the ground.

   And the sky! So bleak, gray, and overcast with heavy clouds. Here there was no sun, no warmth. Horus shivered. This was Set’s land, or certainly one he’d prefer. That must have been why he had sent Horus here. The god of the sky didn’t doubt that Set wanted to continue this battle, preferably on his terms. And that was fine, Horus thought, as he contemplated his fate. He still had to avenge Osiris and he was not about to let Set forget that he was also a patron god of war.

   A piercing cry made him look up and smile. A falcon soared overhead, wings outstretched. Horus didn’t know if it were one of his own or a native of this land, but he didn’t care. Holding out his arm, he called to it.

   There was a flurry of wings and shrieks as the falcon dove towards Horus, talons outstretched, beak parted and ready to tear at his flesh. But just before the bird of prey could attack, it veered slightly off course, reeling around to land on the god’s forearm. Its wings flapped slower and slower, stirring Horus’s shoulder-length hair, until both were still.

   Horus smiled as he ruffled the falcon’s breast feathers. It regarded him with an intelligent look, as if knowing what he wanted. Give the order, its sage expression seemed to say, and I will listen.

   “The time for battle is almost here, little one. Tell your brethren.” And with that, Horus released the falcon into the air.
2. KnittingJourneyman says on: 29 July 2009 at 11:22 am

   Hey-just think, if you post the same pic twice, you’ll still get something totally different this time than the first time you posted it.

   Here’s my try…and surprisingly I hit 400 words even …without trying….never done that before…

   http://onthewrongsideofthemirror.wordpress.com/2009/07/29/dropped/