I'm sleepy. It's around the time of day/year when I need a nap.
Good thing today's Friday! *insert victory dance here*
I started a new story, which I'm proud to say is 100% original.
Would you like to read what I have so far?
Of course you would--why else would you be reading this lame excuse for a blog?
Peace. The sun glistened off icy pines, wind nonexistent. Birds kept to their nests and the air hummed with magic. A warp in the picturesque scene—something echoed through with a shattering boom that caused all manner of life to take flight. A sonar of invisible energy rippled through trees, sucking everything dry of life. Critters of all forms were scurrying for their lives, knowing on some instinctual level that this was not right, that something bad would get them should they slow down even microscopically. That something continued to pulse through, catching stragglers by the tail and instantly consuming them.
The sonar suddenly froze at a diameter of 50 yards before suddenly pulling back, gaining speed as it neared its point of origin. Wave upon wave, colliding and destroying everything in its path into naught but ash like a herd of fiery mammoth-sized horses from hell.
And when it finally reached its center point, the energy towered upwards in a funnel cloud, breaking beyond the heavens to be seen from everywhere across the world.
In kitchens, and dining rooms, off sofas and without a thought to pause the game, people everywhere walked to windows and doors to gawk at the spectacle—a column of pulsing purple, solid like a lollipop and glowing radioactively.
If one were to enter this odd spectacle, they would find life forms—creatures of humanlike structure—forming out of the earth, the trees, the creatures of the forest. The pine needles grew to become hair, earth compacting to form bodies, eyes and claws of the animals they now wore the fur of as clothing.
The life forms settled to the ground as the light dissipated, forming a pyramid-shaped stance among the ten of them. The apparent leader, taking the head of the pyramid, was female. She wore her hair in the same shagged, unkempt style as the rest of her clan, eyes glowing golden. Her feet were talons, dress made out of the feathers of an eagle.
The two flanking her were identical—proportional squirrel-like tails twitching behind them that seemed to have grown straight from their spinal chords. Their eyes were hazel, and they each wore a loincloth of brownish animal furs patched together, a quiver full of arrows over mirrored shoulders.
Three badger-like girls flanked them, each with bone kunai, and four deer-centaurs brought up the rear. Only one of this last row was female, though she was just as bare-chested as the others.
All except the Eagle were equipped with bows and quivers, each bow intricately carved with their given animal.
The strange pulsing column diminished, a large crater where the sonar had hit replacing the once pristine forest of Ireland
I'm honestly very proud of it. Today in fifth we had a sub so I decided to try and find something that I would eventually post here, and I suddenly had a medley of celtic music go through my mind.
Thus this was born! I'm not really sure where I'll go with this, or if I'll even continue at all. I'm too tired to think much right now; I feel kinda like a little kid who's trying to stay up past their bedtime, except the sun is shining right at me through the blinds and it's perfect napping conditions right now.
I might nap now.
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