Flow of creativity... kinda
One of my professors wanted me to start doing flow of creativity writing. No pre-thought plots... just sit and write. So I'll try that a bit.
Cold wind flows through my hair as the ship settles back into port. Me and the other tribesmen have been gone to long from our families and home, with little to show for it. We had sailed fom our village nine months ago, looking for a few lost islands that the skalds sang about. All we found was windburnt faces and salted fish... until we were one day away from home.
We could allmost smell our wives cooking and feel our children hugging us when the ship jerked hard to port. Hienman fell over board and a few other lost thier oars. Our Karl thought we hit a rock until the beast raised its head out of the water... with Hienman in its jaws!
A few of the younger that had joined us froze at the sight of the sea-bast, but us old waterdogs knew what to do. I grabbed my bow (a nice yew bow I "acquired" years ago) and put my first arrow into the beast's long neck. A few other old warriors were doing the same. We all realized too late that the arrows were just sticking into its hide, and not doing anything but wasteing good arrows.
The beast finished of the last of Heinman and looked at the ship with hungry eyes. Our Karl cried out to Odin and jumped off the high mast right onto the beast's scaled back. With the ferocity of the bear he started hacking at this Hel dammed creatures back. I set my feet and took aim on the creatures face... if you can call teeth and a tongue as long as a man a face.
Urik Stonesblood took hold of the rope attached to the short water anchor and started whipping it around his head like it had no weight... letting it fly and stick into the beast's maw. I chuckled to myself about it looking like a great fish hooked on a God's fishing line. Urik pulled at his giant fishing hook with all the might befitting a name of "Stonesblood" and heaved the creatures jaws open. Me and the other norns that hadn't dropped bows for sword, loosed a volley directly into the ugly things throat.
The Karl had held onto the beast even with its thrashing and had even worked his way up to its head, slashing and cutting the entire time. The last thing the sea beast saw was our Karl's fel blade plunging into its watery eye.
We tried to tow the carcass back with us, but it was attracting other creatures and dragging the ship down. The only thing we have to prove this happened is stories and song.
Sorry, I dont remember how to do LJ cuts. This was about 7 min of writing with no planning.
Critique please!
Cold wind flows through my hair as the ship settles back into port. Me and the other tribesmen have been gone to long from our families and home, with little to show for it. We had sailed fom our village nine months ago, looking for a few lost islands that the skalds sang about. All we found was windburnt faces and salted fish... until we were one day away from home.
We could allmost smell our wives cooking and feel our children hugging us when the ship jerked hard to port. Hienman fell over board and a few other lost thier oars. Our Karl thought we hit a rock until the beast raised its head out of the water... with Hienman in its jaws!
A few of the younger that had joined us froze at the sight of the sea-bast, but us old waterdogs knew what to do. I grabbed my bow (a nice yew bow I "acquired" years ago) and put my first arrow into the beast's long neck. A few other old warriors were doing the same. We all realized too late that the arrows were just sticking into its hide, and not doing anything but wasteing good arrows.
The beast finished of the last of Heinman and looked at the ship with hungry eyes. Our Karl cried out to Odin and jumped off the high mast right onto the beast's scaled back. With the ferocity of the bear he started hacking at this Hel dammed creatures back. I set my feet and took aim on the creatures face... if you can call teeth and a tongue as long as a man a face.
Urik Stonesblood took hold of the rope attached to the short water anchor and started whipping it around his head like it had no weight... letting it fly and stick into the beast's maw. I chuckled to myself about it looking like a great fish hooked on a God's fishing line. Urik pulled at his giant fishing hook with all the might befitting a name of "Stonesblood" and heaved the creatures jaws open. Me and the other norns that hadn't dropped bows for sword, loosed a volley directly into the ugly things throat.
The Karl had held onto the beast even with its thrashing and had even worked his way up to its head, slashing and cutting the entire time. The last thing the sea beast saw was our Karl's fel blade plunging into its watery eye.
We tried to tow the carcass back with us, but it was attracting other creatures and dragging the ship down. The only thing we have to prove this happened is stories and song.
Sorry, I dont remember how to do LJ cuts. This was about 7 min of writing with no planning.
Critique please!