I have practiced impro writing for NanoWriMo. You can read more about in here!
My plans for the NanoWriMo is to go with a not-so-serious story and escape my comfort zone. The only things I have planned is that the story is going to just have one hero or heroine, and a bunch of bad guys. I really have no idea what it will become like. A disaster or a success!?
Either way because naming characters is tedious and boring, I am going to name them all by colors. 7 villains and 1 superhero! A girl or a boy? I don't know yet.
But enough of NanoWriMo bellow is part I of the improvised story!
The Bridge with no End - Part 1
The
air was warm and mellow. Sparkling raindrops fell from the treetops,
a dazzling rainbow arched against the cloudy sky. Sun blazed against
the rainclouds, forcing it's radiant beams to shine from the heavens.
Birds started chirping again and insects basked in the light, drying
their wings.
Sparkling raindrops
fell from the treetops, a dazzling rainbow arched against the cloudy
sky. Sun shun radiantly the rainclouds away, conquering the day as
it's domain. Birds started chirping again and insects basked in the
light, drying their wings. The air was warm and mellow.
A young boy was
running into the woods with a flashing umbrella in his hands. His
father walked behind him like a lumbering giant in the boy's
imagination. Inside the woods the air was colder, but breathing the
air made one to feel alive.
As the two traveled,
the songs of birds was being dampened by the sound of raging water.
The first insects had dried their wings and set off into flight. Like
fireflies in the night, the insects glowed brightly in the sun
against the rapid stream. But the fresh water hid a dark danger
beneath the surface. And occasionally like a silvery arrow; a fish
emerged from the dark waters lunging towards it's prey, to swallow it
in one bite.
The boy and the
father observed this scenery from up above of a wooden bridge. The
older was remembering in melancholy how his father took him to this
place. The younger gazed there with big round eyes; leaning against
the safety railing, memorizing every miracle that took place in here.
Every now and then,
the clouds still darkened somewhere and rain poured for a brief
moment before stopping. It was a day when the phantasmal barrier that
twined between your world and mine was wide open. Drifting spirits
floated in the woods and fields alike.
There was magic in
the air.
But the sun eclipsed
unnaturally. The father did not notice this, but the little boy
gasped in awe. Mist surged in from the borders of the woods and night
fell in a minute. Every last voice of the forest was snuffed silent
by the supernatural. The leaves in the treetops turned red and the
bark was white, but the boy remained silent and relatively calm.
The man he thought
was his father had turned into a gnarled wooden statue. At the end of
it's transformation it extended it's hand forward towards the little
boy. He tried to run but his path was blocked. Twines had grown from
the wooden bridge.
Like a jack o'
lantern replacing his head, two eerie blue flames burned from the
hollow eye sockets of the timber monstrosity. It hissed a voice of
longing. And the brambles of the bridge had turned into hands of
petrified children; sculpted from wood. The deceptive illusion broke
down gradually and the bridge as whole, was not a man made bridge;
but a bridge made of man. It was sculpted from humans – human
souls; trapped over centuries in the forest and they were wailing for
their empty need for a new friend . . .
(To be Continued!)
