Well, this week went by fairly quickly, didn't it? I feel like I just sat down to pound out last Sunday's writing piece >.< Here's some more of The Carving. I've hit a rough patch. It's like I've suddenly lost hold of the story. I know what's supposed to happen next but I just can't get it to come out at all right on the paper and I feel like the characters are all mad me up. Just have to keep going, I suppose...This little bit is the part I started to write while realizing everything was going wrong...I stopped to take some time to pull myself together.
Two weeks passed before she found another Daretro [ooh, let’s give a name for Damien’s treasures, haha.] [Damn, I hate how this Marie character has transformed so much. TIME TO BEAT HER BACK INTO SHAPE! Okay. Here goes. Mountains month! Then meadow month! Then forest month! Ooh boy, messed that up. So. Two months of the story is missing here. Will fill it in later? She found some stuff and put it in her bag >.<]
Few words were exchanged between the trio during that time. Marie had satisfied her desire to speak when she had picked Reepicheep and the others had nothing to say. They followed a narrow path through the forest . The path had been there far before the forest had begun to sprout. It was a well worn path. Often the trio found themselves accompanied by deer whose legs were far too long for their bodies or squirrels whose tails were as soft as goose down [geezus >.<]. The trees never reached more than triple [Marie’s height]. They were made of wispy branches that looked as if they would crumble [if] touched. [The trees] never reached more than triple Marie’s height and the canopy was not so dense as to block the light. The leaves barely shifted, even when there was a breeze. There was something odd about the leaves. Marie tried to look closely at them, but she could never seem to hold one in her gaze. It was as though they were constantly humming in place, never to be properly seen. The way they reflected light, Marie almost believed they were made out of stained class. Each leaf was its own shade of green. Not a single shade was repeated.
What happened to my nice little story? ;_; This is so terrible, I want to cry ^^;
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