NaNoWriMo Eve (AKA Halloween)

I'm going to be writing a novel in, like, two hours. I'm super pumped, I love NaNoWriMo. It will be difficult this year with my work and school schedule, and my creative writing class might actually get in the way, but I've already pre-ordered my winner shirt because I've never not won.

I don't know what my novel is called, but I do know how it will start and its setting. I have a magic system worked in, and that magic system has led to a social system kinda sorta. I don't have a villain yet, but that will hopefully come with time.

My novel will take place in a magically modern society (so instead of technology they have the magical equivalent). There is a certain type of magican, tentatively called the Warrior Mage, who are seen as lesser mages. Main girls parents are high class, very powerful mages. Main girl wants to be Warrior Mage. Her parents do not want this for their daughter. Stuff probably happens after that. I dunno too much yet.

This will be fun!

Sonnet

Sonnets are hard. Some people really like writing with the "structure" (aka shackles) that a sonnet provides. I. Do. Not. Each line must be 10 syllables written in iambic pentameter. It can only be 14 lines and has a very specific rhyming scheme. This was hard, and I cannot even figure out pentameter, so I gave up trying to do something like that. So then, here is my sonnet.

Dream Flight

The campfire roars as its sparks soar high.
The storyteller, a tale will now tell.
My imagination runs and I fly;
I soar through the air, I’m under a spell.
I sprout silver wings and shoot for the moon,
up so high, I never want to come down.
I see ruins ahead, I’ll be there soon,
 it’s filled with treasure that I’ll make my own.
In my haste to collect, I miss the signs,
this trove is guarded by a beast most foul.
One look and a shiver passed down my spine,
“Face me, ye unsightly brute” I did growl.
Awkward silence ‘til I heard a cough sound,
to my dismay, I had said that out loud.

Elegy

So we were asked to write an Elegy in my creative writing class. An elegy is different from a eulogy, mostly because the first is a poem, but more than that, an Elegy is more a melancholic poem, not necessarily about a person who has died.

A Missing Friend

What can go wrong

In the life of a second grade child?

Life is simple,

Life is fun,

Until one day a friend stops coming to school

And the next day he is still gone.

Those days away turn into weeks.

Where is my friend?

The child will ask.

His answers are only sad stares.

Finally one day it happens.

The terrible task is left

To their teacher.

Normally bright and happy,

On this day she was quiet.

The young students sense something

Is wrong, but cannot comprehend yet

What awaits them.

The teacher paces,

The students wait,

Afraid of the tension

Without knowing why.

Unable to stand it,

The teacher breaks the news

Bluntly, shattering innocence forever.

“He died.”

The student who had stopped coming,

Had lost his little brother.

Comprehension came slow

What is death to an eight year old?

Nothing real, nothing that happens

To the people they know

The people they love.

Everyone knew that student,

And so everyone

Knew his brother.

They reacted in different ways.

One boy burst into tears,

And couldn’t be consoled.

The missing student’s best friend

Was numb.

He didn’t cry that day,

It still wasn’t real.

Not until he saw

His grieving friend again

Did the tears come.

"Love" Poem

So we had to write a love poem in my creative writing class. This is what happened. I don't really like it and I hesitated posting it here at all, but what the heck.

Just Leave Me Alone

Everyday it’s the same thing,

“Did you talk to any girls today?”

I’m so tired of hearing,

“You really should get a girlfriend.”

I know! How do you think I don’t know?

It’s expected, it’s the norm.

It’s not that simple.

It might have been for you,

But I’m awkward,

I’m shy, I’m broken.

I’m not fit to love

I’m not fit to be loved.

Let me fix myself,

Overcome my crippling self-worth,

And then maybe someday it’ll happen.

Mishmash Poem

We did a fun little thing in my creative writing class. We wrote the first line of a poem and then covered everything but the last word. We then handed the paper over to the person in front of us (or next to us for those on the front row) and they, based on the last word, wrote the next line. Most of these poems ended up being nonsensical and funny. One (that I somehow ended up with despite not contributing to it) came out quite well. Have a look.

The leaves outside are no longer green,
The colors change like colorful beans,
Green, red, blue, black,
The bitter taste of the last,
Darkens the sky's blue cast.

I dunno, I thought that it was pretty neat. It seems to flow very well :) I don't know the fate of the one that I started unfortunately.

Rhyming Poem "Sky Master"

So the next poem we had to write in my creative writing class was supposed to rhyme. I am not good at making things rhyme. At all. I struggled with this poem a lot. When writing I went with the topic that is easiest for me, as you will see.

Sky Master

High above the clouds,

At the end of all skies,

Where there are no sounds,

This is where it flies.

Those below stare

Upward in awe.

It passes within the sun’s flare,

Its great maw

Open as it lets out a roar.

Patrolling

The heavens, it soars

Enforcing

Its law.

When without warning,

All around it saw

The world was storming.

The forces of nature at war.

Land and sea in conflict.

Creatures of ancient lore

Intent to inflict

Any pain

To overthrow the other

And gain

The world from the grasp of its brother.

People cry out for the Sky Master

And in a flash of green

Arrives the terrible creature.

In all his majesty for the first time seen.

The storms cease

The ancient battlers silenced

A plea for peace

A stop to the primal violence.

The Master of the Sky won,

Sending his enemies

On the run

With ease.

Legends of its deeds go on

And we can only imagine

What it must be to look upon

That Dragon.

Bonus points to anyone who knows what this is referencing.