Hi there, you are now reading the writing journal of jlly_coppercorn .
This is where I am posting the chapters of my novel in progress with the working title "Seeing: An Oracle's Tale".

I hope you enjoy it. Constructive criticism is welcome. I know there are certain sections that require heavy editing.

This novel was begun on November 8, 2009 and is the sole ( Read more... )

Before there were stories to explain the existence of men, there were Legends that imagined Man and made him in their own image. In their infancy, Man stood in awe of their creators and made offerings to their gods. The giants, the gods, the bringers of life - celebrated their own power but continuously fought over who among them should govern ( Read more... )

Finn was drifting. The insistent beep of a forgotten alarm clock punctuated the background buzz of city noise like a high-pitched drum beat. The retreating rays of the sun left fingery shadows in their wake. As Finn's breathing slowed to a regular rhythm, a chill breeze prowled through the alley, casting ripples on puddles and stirring light ( Read more... )

The warm soapy water slid over her skin like silk as torso followed legs, followed feet, into the stone tub. Candlelight flickered across the walls and ceiling of the close chamber. Finn slid down in the water so only her face peeked above the surface. She felt her short hair drift out from her head and sway in the gentle eddies of the bath ( Read more... )

Wrapped in one of the thick towels that Billy had retrieved from the closed laundry mat, Finn vigorously applied the other towel to Billy's back and head in an attempt to banish all moisture from his coat. The night was quickly getting colder as the sun's warmth fled from the darkness.

Billy bristled. A faint growl, deep in his chest, warned ( Read more... )

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The sun was setting and Disa was still waiting. Patience is a talent unlike any other. Disa had many talents and skills but patience was a hard won virtue that could not be taught or inherited. Patience.

Disa needed to stretch. Unfortunately, getting up and walking around was not possible so she focused on stretching one ( Read more... )

“I'm Mo,” Bikerman said as he extended his hand with a friendly smile to Finn.

Finn glanced warily at the proffered appendage, but didn't take it.

Mo looked her over intently. She was just a slip of a thing; if Mo had to guess he'd say she was about 12 years old. There was little sign that womanhood had touched her yet, but a sense much keener ( Read more... )

An hour later, Finn was toasty warm and wearing clothes from the laundry's lost and found that were a slightly better fit. Based on the faded, cartoon frog that adorned the front of her newly acquired sweatshirt, Finn could only assume the shirt once belonged to a child. Mo was laying out the meal things on one of the large folding tables when ( Read more... )

Finn did everything she could to stay awake. She even resorted to reading the books on mythology that Mo had left for her. The stories of the Viking gods were brutal and very confusing. She was more interested in the secondary characters, like the dwarves and elves, even though the latter were less prevalent. In one interpretation, the dwarves ( Read more... )

Mo handed a clean hoodie and tank top to Billy as instructed and waited just outside the office for Finn to emerge. He sipped a cup of chamomile tea to take the edge off his nerves as he deliberated on how to proceed. Mo knew that it would take time for Finn to trust him, but this situation had him struggling between his desire to respect her ( Read more... )