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Old 10th February 2008, 12:30 PM   #91 (permalink)
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The sun rose, and golden light spilled onto the sea, rippling and shifting in glorious patterns until the aureate waves dissipated on the shore. The sky, a wash of pinks and yet more golds, was clear of all but a few clouds, dark in colour but not threatening, and a flock of early rising birds flitted across, silhouetted and black, like shadow puppets on a screen of the biggest kind. Save for the soft whispers of the waves hitting sand, all was quiet.
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Old 10th February 2008, 12:38 PM   #92 (permalink)
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Pines loomed over the river drown in shrubs. A mountain rose to the east, waiting for the moon to hang from one of its peaks like a flag in the night wind. Lamps trembled at each window, calling for silence.

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Old 10th February 2008, 12:40 PM   #93 (permalink)
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There was no pity in that place. The relics of countless generations of alim were scattered throughout the dunes, but the burning sands had outlasted them, and only the cruel, hot wind was left to skirl along paths once walked by mortal feet. Pillars of blood-red stone rose from the ground to mark their sacred places, dragged from miles and miles away, carved by hand into the faces of gods and demons, now worn smooth by time. It is relentless, the passage of years, and soon enough no trace will be left.
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Old 11th February 2008, 05:14 PM   #94 (permalink)
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As I entered the outskirts of the small town, my heart lifted. This was home; I had grown up here. The streets were mostly made with cobble stones, intersecting with mud tracks, which ran between the shops to the houses down below; the poor area. My family lived further up the street. Following the path into the centre of the town towards the market square, I remembered all too quickly how steep a climb it was. My tired legs and shortness of breath forced me to stop part way. Gradually the excitement turned into worry. Not one person had passed me either going into the town or coming out. The wooden fronted houses, shouted their wares along this street - or at least they should. The tables were deserted, strewn, tipped over. This was quiet, dead and very weird. It was as if everyone had gone. A whole town deserted, empty and devoid of any feeling whatsoever. My pace quickened, diverting down side streets, anywhere to find someone, anyone.

Now panicking I ran towards the market square. There were no guards either. The large arched entrance gates were fastened back. No questions were asked as to whom I was or if I had a pass. The smell of rotting meat hit my nostrils as I got nearer. Everything was left out, birds picking over the carcasses. Suddenly I was overtaken by nausea. I clung to a wall for support. I must pull myself together. I need to find my family. I need to get out of here.
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Old 11th February 2008, 05:25 PM   #95 (permalink)
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At first, I thought it was a simple cavern, but the clawmarks on the walls and ledge outside convinced me otherwise, and I went in. That was when it struck me - this must be the lair of some great beast, possibly a flying one, as I had climbed halfway up a mountain just to get here. Flickering light from a dozen braziers glinted off the various golden and jewelled objects piled with seemingly careless abandon at the rear of the cave, whilst a pile of bones and skulls sat off to one side, grinning inanely at me as I tentatively moved further inside. A great hollow in front of the treasure horde (for that must surely be what it was) put me in mind of a sleeping place, and I gasped. It was immense.
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Old 16th February 2008, 04:49 PM   #96 (permalink)
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The long awaited rains had begun to fall, bringing to an end a very long dry-season. Violent thunderstorms and cyclonic winds had accompanied the urgently needed rains. Lightning seemed to tear apart the darkened sky then pierce the distant horizon, while thunder crash and rolled amongst the storm clouds, vibrating through the homestead.

Kr’amis had watched the storms as they raged outside, the lightning illuminating the land and the trees, as they bent beneath the onslaught of the fierce winds. Kr’amis had also spent many hours in the stables, talking and stroking Zircon and the other horses, to calm them during the worst moments of the storms. Then during the day, clad in waterproofs and rubber boots, he had struggled alongside his father, fighting the buffeting winds as they tried to locate any of their livestock who might be in danger.

Out on the plains, after the first downpour; steam and then finally a crisp coolness arose from the ground. This replaced the shimmering heat haze, while the parched and cracked earth turned to thick red mud.



Torrential downpours or light showers fell during the following months. Along the coastline, across the rolling spinifex plains and into the ranges, until at last, up there high in the rugged ranges, the run-off began. Gradually the water made its way down little rocky gullies, increasing in strength along the watercourses and riverbeds, until finally it became a roaring, surging wall of water. The raging torrent took with it trees, branches, rocks and other debris which lay in its path, as it gushed through the deep and winding gorges, poured over and down rocky cliffs as thundering waterfalls, until it arrived out on the coastal plains. Here it swept along the riverbeds, flooding out across the land and then finally out into the ocean, turning it into a muddy brown colour.
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Old 18th February 2008, 11:07 PM   #97 (permalink)
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The sleek stone walls rose up in a circle all around, pushing high at the sky. Clouds gathered around the top almost fearful of blocking the light from entering the basin and touching the fine sand that covered the ground. Carvings were the only thing that punctured the walls, symbols of all shapes and sizes etched into the marble in a seemingly pattern that draws the eyes. Their meaning is unknown. But his thought is lost as his eyes land on the huge skeleton of a wolf in the cetnre of the basin. Bones of silver and his head only reaching its knew.
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Old 22nd February 2008, 08:48 AM   #98 (permalink)
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At the far end of this country hamlet stands the 14th century old church, with its square bell-tower, made of the same creamy coloured stone as the cottages. It stands on the site of an Anglo Saxon Church, parts of which the invading Normans encompassed into their new church. The arched and carved oak door silently swings open. Brilliant sunshine streams down through stained-glass windows, casting a rainbow of colours into the dim interior of the church. Intricately carved animals peer out from amongst delicate foliage which decorate the time-worn wooden pews. Outside the Ravens circle above, their harsh calls loud in the silence of early morning. In the ancient old grave yard are well tended tombs and graves, watched over by angels and saints, wildflowers growing amongst the headstones, bringing some bright colours to the dark shadows cast by the ancient Elm, the Yew and Ash trees.
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To the untrained eye, it looked just like any other mine - a deep pit, carved into the landscape where man had found veins of some mineral or other in the exposed rock, and surrounded by trees. The only access to the place, a narrow road used by carters taking ore to be processed, was now all but a mere path where grass had encroached over the centuries. If no-one had found this place, then the secret would never have been uncovered.

There was no sound in that open place, save for the wind blowing through the open mine. From the dusty floor, looking up at those bleak, black cliffs, she could see the bones of countless dragons emtombed in the rock, their bones (which must surely have been excavated for some unknown reason) poking out at oblique and unnatural angles. Mournful looking dragon skulls cast their eyeless gazes out over the landscape, and some subterranean water flow was making its way slowly down from inside one of those vast sockets, dripping down the bleached bone like tears.

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The river made its way slowly along the bottom of the gorge, eddying and flowing around the rocks. High above, the golden Spinifex grew to the very edge of the escarpment and amongst the huge round boulders of ironstone. The roots of the white Ghost Gums snaked out, seeking a hold on the craggy cliff face. In one area there were outcrops, ledges and overhangs, while in another the face of the gorge was almost smooth but rippled with bands of different colours, while further below the vibrant red shades of rock had been eroded by countless raging torrents of water, as it battered the rocks in passing. The winds had also altered the walls of the gorge, etching and sand-blasting, wearing away over thousands of years, leaving the gorge with weathered features.
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All the flotsam of human life bobbed and floated down the cobbled road between the buildings of Tap Street. A day that had started so bright with the lingering heat of summer had ended dark, wet and bitter for those that dwelt at the end of the street. A veil of pain hung over the workings of Wmffre Sadwrn. Sad lilting voices whispered in the dying embers of the hearths. The words spoken by the voices were echoed in the mass of liquid, which dripped off the lintel above the rear door.

“Forgive... Understand...” Each word became encased in the falling water as it flowed over the cobbled yard and cascaded into the millrace. Here the sorrow became almost tangible, a deep regret spinning towards the wooden wheel. The great beast sat with its skirts tucked up out the moving mass. A haughty dame caught in an act of scandalous behaviour, now shunned by all that knew her.
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Old 25th March 2008, 08:01 PM   #102 (permalink)
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At the top of the mountains, where no humans can reach, lies the griffin's nest. It sits in a gap just below the highest peak, sheltered from the worst of the weather on an outcropping of mica-rich rock. There are no delicate twigs here to make the griffin's nest, like the homes the woodland birds make for themselves. Here are dead branches, woven together and lined with a combination of multicoloured dried leaves and sheep's wool, probably left over from a meal. A small pile of bones sits below the nest, where the griffin has discarded that which it couldn't eat.

Snow has started to build up further up the mountain, a vast expanse of beautiful whiteness, whilst the valley below remains untouched; a green canvas bordered by a darker green forest. Bisecting the valley is a river, occasionally glinting as the sun reflects off the surface, and broken every now and again by salmon hoping for an insect to eat. Tranquility reigns here, where there are no humans to interfere.
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Another old thread I came to from Teresa's linking which I think ought to be resurrected.

I describe places marginally more often than I do people, but still not frequently and not at great length. Again, I'm too lazy to write something as an exercise, so this is culled from a WIP:

The broken spars [of the bridge] jutted over the river like the mutilated skeleton of some monstrous bird. Across the great stretch of water – a dark shimmer of mother-of-pearl at that hour – were the steep gradients and imposing buildings of High Town. Behind them, hidden, lay the low, heavy bulk of the Trooper compound and the prison, while beyond them the volcano loured over the colony.
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How did I miss this thread?

Like The Judge, this is one from my WIP:

"She could barely stand upright, so fevered was the wind. Gusts pummelled her from all sides, and she fought to keep her cloak from billowing and flapping against her legs. Around her, rows of snow-topped stone houses lined either side of the path into Bokenta, the only things motionless. The faint glow from a streetlamp flickered a few feet ahead as its lamp swung back and forth, its sways mirrored by the creaking signpost of a lively tavern. Drunken men filled the doorway, tankard in hand, some leaning dangerously on the wooden frame, others gulping great mouthfuls of ale while appearing quite jovial—and coherent. Through the welcoming orange light spilling from the window she saw hoards of people jostling over the tables nearest the fireside.

A sudden gust dulled the laughter and chatter from inside. The flurry obscured distant city spires and roofs, allowing only fleeting glimpses of the world beyond as the wind led the snow in a wild dance. Smoke puffed out from chimneys, immediately whisked away into the white skies. In fact, everything swayed, creaked, or moved, or so it seemed, barring wooden signs nailed to establishment doors."
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The sagging clapboard shack sat well back from a secondary dirt road that led only to an abandoned garbage dump. Grey-green mold had crawled up the walls, blackness gaped where nails had torn through mushy wood. The moldering shack leaned as if trying to fall over, to break into component boards and shingles, and die, it's time already long past.
Ghosts of long-gone gamblers and harlots hovered invisibly in the weed-choked yard as a single crow glided past, then wheeled to perch on the crumbling chimney. The shack trembled once, and as the startled crow flapped aloft, the building quietly collapsed into a pile of useless rubble.
Grasshoppers swarmed briefly, then subsided. The sun-baked prairie stretched off to the horizon, and it was as if the shack had never been there at all.
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