Original fiction
Hmm. So, I think I may actually have done the complete opposite from what I have ever done when writing.
I have written something that has actual characters. I think. And it't not depressing. Or angsty. Or... anything, really, that I've written before.
I kinda like it. Even though my favourite character hasn't even appeared yet.
“‘There is a legend that speaks of how the Gods were made, of how they fought with one another until the great God, Denno, changed the world so that they could fight no more. It is a tale of misery and strife, of hardships and pettiness, of infidelity and dishonour. It is a tale of-’”
“What’s ‘infidelity’, Grandfather?”
The girl sitting on his lap looked up at him and blinked innocently. Caught off guard, Shinai blinked a few times. Cautiously, he considered his options. He could tell the precious five year old the meaning of the word and risk the wrath of her mother once she found out, or he could tell her a false meaning and live out his remaining days with all his limbs intact, until, that is, the child realized that her favourite grandfather had lied to her, and pouted.
His eyes brightened as he thought of a third option: he could distract the child. His decision made, Shinai opened his mouth to tell the girl that he was sure her mother had just made her favourite treat, when the door opened and the girl’s father walked in. Squealing, the child pulled herself from her grandfather’s lap and rushed at her father, screaming at the top of her lungs.
The man’s face broke into a smile as he dropped the packages he had been carrying to lift her into his arms and swing her around. Laughing, he carefully placed her on the ground again, speaking as he did so. “Teve, but you’ve grown! How big are you now, Synta?”
Synta smiled up at him proudly, thinking for a moment before shouting out the answer. “I reach the middle of the door now, Papa!” She looked around the room for a moment, making sure that her mother wasn’t in the room before dropping her voice and saying, “And I can reach the counter with the special jar!” The delight on her face was too much for the man, and he laughed loudly. The ‘special jar’ held all the treats and cookies the girl’s mother made. “But don’t tell mother, otherwise she’ll move the jar!”
Synta’s Grandfather had stood when the man had entered the home, and he took the opportunity to welcome him home with a warm embrace. “It has been too long, Kumizo. How were your travels?”
The man grimaced, and in that one action an entire conversation was held. Shinai shook his head sadly before clapping his hand on the young man’s back. “No matter. Come, your wife has made something for dinner, and this time it looks edible.” Kumizo smiled then, giving his daughter a final pat on the head before moving towards the kitchen.
Pausing at the doorway, as if in thought, Kumizo remarked, “Perhaps, Father, you ought to tell Synta what that word means while I find my wife. You know, the one Synta was asking you about?” Suddenly grinning, he ducked out of the doorway before Shinai could say a word, his eyes sparkling.
In the center of the room, Shinai groaned as the inquisitive five year old turned her face towards her Grandfather yet again, blinking up at him innocently.
He was going to be shouted at later, he could already tell.
00:00:00:00:00:00
Still grinning, Kumizo walked into the kitchen, already anticipating seeing his wife, Mira. He had been gone for three weeks this time, and while it was admittedly shorter than pervious trips, he had had only two days with his family before he had had to set out last time. The result was that in eight weeks, Kumizo had seen his family for two days. But that was alright with him, as he did not need to leave again for another month; an entire month to spend with his family.
The kitchen was empty, but for the moment that was fine. Sniffing cautiously, he went to the corner of the room, where a large black pot sat. Crouching, he lifted the lid slightly, carefully sniffed again, and felt his eyebrows rising as he realized that it actually smelled somewhat good. He lifted the lid higher, intending to taste whatever was in the pot when an amused laugh reached his ears.
Starting, he stiffened for a moment before rising and half turning to face the owner of the laugh, a guilty look on his face as he held the lid of the pot in one hand. He was met with a raised eyebrow, an amused look on the woman’s face as she watched him bend to carefully set the lid back on the pot before rising to face her again.
Slowly, he breathed her name .“Mira…” She stepped forward to meet him when, suddenly, he was there, gripping her as if he thought she would fade away from him if he did not hold onto her. She hugged him back just as fiercely, and after a few moments the embrace became softer, more tender. He leaned back just enough to see her face, her laughing blue eyes, the mouth that was turned up at the corners, her pale skin. He lifted a hand up to cup her face gently before smoothing her long brown hair back. Kissing her forehead briefly, he again returned his arm to her waist, hugging her tightly to him.
She smiled. “Welcome home.”
So.... what do you think? Besides the name thing.
I have written something that has actual characters. I think. And it't not depressing. Or angsty. Or... anything, really, that I've written before.
I kinda like it. Even though my favourite character hasn't even appeared yet.
“‘There is a legend that speaks of how the Gods were made, of how they fought with one another until the great God, Denno, changed the world so that they could fight no more. It is a tale of misery and strife, of hardships and pettiness, of infidelity and dishonour. It is a tale of-’”
“What’s ‘infidelity’, Grandfather?”
The girl sitting on his lap looked up at him and blinked innocently. Caught off guard, Shinai blinked a few times. Cautiously, he considered his options. He could tell the precious five year old the meaning of the word and risk the wrath of her mother once she found out, or he could tell her a false meaning and live out his remaining days with all his limbs intact, until, that is, the child realized that her favourite grandfather had lied to her, and pouted.
His eyes brightened as he thought of a third option: he could distract the child. His decision made, Shinai opened his mouth to tell the girl that he was sure her mother had just made her favourite treat, when the door opened and the girl’s father walked in. Squealing, the child pulled herself from her grandfather’s lap and rushed at her father, screaming at the top of her lungs.
The man’s face broke into a smile as he dropped the packages he had been carrying to lift her into his arms and swing her around. Laughing, he carefully placed her on the ground again, speaking as he did so. “Teve, but you’ve grown! How big are you now, Synta?”
Synta smiled up at him proudly, thinking for a moment before shouting out the answer. “I reach the middle of the door now, Papa!” She looked around the room for a moment, making sure that her mother wasn’t in the room before dropping her voice and saying, “And I can reach the counter with the special jar!” The delight on her face was too much for the man, and he laughed loudly. The ‘special jar’ held all the treats and cookies the girl’s mother made. “But don’t tell mother, otherwise she’ll move the jar!”
Synta’s Grandfather had stood when the man had entered the home, and he took the opportunity to welcome him home with a warm embrace. “It has been too long, Kumizo. How were your travels?”
The man grimaced, and in that one action an entire conversation was held. Shinai shook his head sadly before clapping his hand on the young man’s back. “No matter. Come, your wife has made something for dinner, and this time it looks edible.” Kumizo smiled then, giving his daughter a final pat on the head before moving towards the kitchen.
Pausing at the doorway, as if in thought, Kumizo remarked, “Perhaps, Father, you ought to tell Synta what that word means while I find my wife. You know, the one Synta was asking you about?” Suddenly grinning, he ducked out of the doorway before Shinai could say a word, his eyes sparkling.
In the center of the room, Shinai groaned as the inquisitive five year old turned her face towards her Grandfather yet again, blinking up at him innocently.
He was going to be shouted at later, he could already tell.
00:00:00:00:00:00
Still grinning, Kumizo walked into the kitchen, already anticipating seeing his wife, Mira. He had been gone for three weeks this time, and while it was admittedly shorter than pervious trips, he had had only two days with his family before he had had to set out last time. The result was that in eight weeks, Kumizo had seen his family for two days. But that was alright with him, as he did not need to leave again for another month; an entire month to spend with his family.
The kitchen was empty, but for the moment that was fine. Sniffing cautiously, he went to the corner of the room, where a large black pot sat. Crouching, he lifted the lid slightly, carefully sniffed again, and felt his eyebrows rising as he realized that it actually smelled somewhat good. He lifted the lid higher, intending to taste whatever was in the pot when an amused laugh reached his ears.
Starting, he stiffened for a moment before rising and half turning to face the owner of the laugh, a guilty look on his face as he held the lid of the pot in one hand. He was met with a raised eyebrow, an amused look on the woman’s face as she watched him bend to carefully set the lid back on the pot before rising to face her again.
Slowly, he breathed her name .“Mira…” She stepped forward to meet him when, suddenly, he was there, gripping her as if he thought she would fade away from him if he did not hold onto her. She hugged him back just as fiercely, and after a few moments the embrace became softer, more tender. He leaned back just enough to see her face, her laughing blue eyes, the mouth that was turned up at the corners, her pale skin. He lifted a hand up to cup her face gently before smoothing her long brown hair back. Kissing her forehead briefly, he again returned his arm to her waist, hugging her tightly to him.
She smiled. “Welcome home.”
So.... what do you think? Besides the name thing.