[Editor’s note: this is a work-in-progress. It began with a writing prompt and a single sentence. From then, it snowballed and the below is the “beginning avalanche”.]
[Editor’s note: this week, the writer has been writing code. It’s good mental exercise, which will hopefully lead to writing non-code soon!
The code for the game is here: https://gitlab.com/fuzzy-rp/tetris-app
Tetris clone after the jump.
NB: You’ll need a keyboard to play, completely forgot that tablets/phones are a thing, sorry.]
[Editor’s note: This is an exercise at writing dialogs. This time, I chose to do a scene from the graphic novel Preacher. Obviously, this means that this post contains spoilers.]
[Editor’s note: this is a work in progress, there will be part 2.]
Princess Salina walked out onto her balcony and shuddered as the cold night air bit at her ankles, forearms, and face. She was clothed in dark-blue dress, a lamb-skin jacket on top of this. A pair of boots and an eared hat, made from the same material, completed her ensemble. On her back was a black leather satchel.
She walked across the spacious balcony to its edge, where a thigh-high barrier separated her from a drop of several hundred feet down to the river and the falls below. A nearby fire illuminated her face. Tears sparkled in the darkness for a moment, before she wiped them away.
A locket hung around Salina’s neck, a silver and gold beetle adorned with a few small rubies. She opened the locket and looked at the half-dozen small rough pebbles inside it. She picked up two pebbles and dropped them into the fire. In moments the small stones began to sputter and emitted a pungent and very purple smoke. Salina watched as the column of it rose in the night’s quiet air.
A soft, familiar clatter of keratin-on-rock came as Kim the royal pet sauntered over.
“Hey old girl,” the princess welcomed her old friend and ran a hand through the leopard’s mane. “Not long now. We’re going our separate ways, and where I go, you cannot follow.”
“I’ll miss you,” purred Kim.
My work is about a two mile walk from our house, so most non-rainy days I enjoy a brisk walk back home and ponder on the day’s events.
Some days, like today, we have happy hour at work and I get a bit tipsy. You know how it is: get a couple of sampler-size portions in you, a beer or two – or three high-alcohol stouts – and suddenly I’m very social and happy and smiling and patting every “buddy” on the back.
I’m walking back through the nearly dark streets when my phone rings. It’s Lauren!
[Editor’s note: this is fiction.]
The sky is the color of steel, the cold gray of the coffin. She would have loved it. The sun of the south was too violent, and the Pacific Northwest cloudy weather matched her soul. She would have loved attending her own funeral. A light drizzle came and went right in the middle. The flowers fell on damp earth. None of us brought umbrellas, she would think it’s sacrilegious. We cried and mourned. I left early.
I went to the south, down to my pier, got in my boat and set off. It was early afternoon. The sky grew cloudier and darker by the minute, the wind sang louder.
It was cold, the drizzle a persistent beat on every surface of the world, but the sea was calm, and I pushed out into the sound.