Well, I'm an aspiring fantasy author, so I love to write, I sing and play guitar.
I try to live up to the ideology that men can be gentlemen and that chivalry is not actually dead. Don't be too surprised if you find a compliment or friendly advice drop at your feet, only know it is a genuine act of courtesy and not borne out of a love of 'self'.
Let me know what you think! Terry JesterIntrigued
- 5 years, 28 days ago
Here is a sample that I am writing off the top of my head, figure it would be fun since I am named fantasy writer to give you guys a taste of what I aspire to be!
Her voice called to him deep in the woods. Theodoric spun his head to the source of her angelic tone. The words were pleasing to him, as though a soft silk pulled gently over his skin and tingled his senses. He surged forward, stepping over the fallen, rotted tree that barred his path. A soft glow up ahead split into the dim reaches of the forest. He navigated through the thick sprawling of tree trunks that stood defiantly before him like the stone walls of a labyrinth.
There was a pause in her sing-song voice. It was enough to leave his senses renewed. He fumbled for a second in his mind the thought that perhaps this was a trick of the woods. He had left her alone for so long. He had envisioned her wrapped in a shawl of dreariness brought on by his own pride. But how could he deny the own sound of the one he loved?
Pulling tight his leather gloves, he hoisted himself onto a tree branch thick enough to sustain him. He leaned forward and strained his eyes, but alas, the foliage before him proved to be too formidable. He would have to continue on foot, and he would have to be prepared for anything.
His village told of a legend of a creature that sang a song so beautiful, one's own heart would shatter in a wail of passion. Yet its visage was said to be so gruesome, it would leave even the bravest frozen in fear. The creature was named the "Prilaen," which in their tongue meant "deceiver".
Through the thick of these woods, lie the path home. And though Theodoric knew better than to leave the path, the siren's call beckoned him. He forbade his senses and lost himself in the feeling. It was madness, and it was the hope of love that kept his nerve as he moved towards the glimmer of light in the growing dark.
He inched closer and soon came upon the source of the glow. Golden grass surrounded a pool of crystal blue water. It's source seemed so tempting after his arduous trek through mountains, a hail of arrows, the thundering clash of swords upon a blood-caked battleground, and the promise that another step would bring him closer to home.
As he stooped down over the pool, the smooth words in his mind intensified. It was almost sickly sweet to hear the poetic overtures caressing his innermost desires. He pulled off his gloves and rested them at his feet, he drew back the sword in it's sheath, and knelt before the water.
with eager hands he cupped the water and drank. Every discomfort eased from his body. He felt warm all over. It was a rush of heavenly perfection coursing through his veins. A smile broke his lips open, revealing his white smile. He lay back, resting a hand on his knee and looking up into the small exposure of twilight. Stars gleamed down on him and he laughed with joy back at them.
Suddenly, hot breath poured over the back of his neck. His hairs stood on end, and goosebumps pulled his skin tight. But instead of fear, he laughed more. The snarl of a beast came over he shoulder, but his body would not allow him to turn around. Three hot searing stripes raced across his back. His vision blurred by the smile remained. His mind raged at his paralysis, screaming to regain some of his sense back. The legend of the Prilaen was true, and Theodoric was about to become another chapter... ...
Come back in a few days to see what happens! Terry JesterIntrigued
- 8 years, 23 days ago
Just had to make a tale and say, I need points! Terry JesterIntrigued
- 8 years, 24 days ago
I've set up my shop, I really am aiming to bring a unique selection for anyone's tastes whether it be silly or epic or saddening or downright awkward. So feel free to peruse my items :) Terry JesterIntrigued
- 10 years, 8 months, 25 days ago
Well big news in the life of Terry Jester, Jr. The book is progressing nicely, but painfully slow, any other fellow writers out there share my burden? It isn't really writers block, just a lack of self-discipline I imagine, if only i took martial arts and played chess frequently I could fix this I am sure! I'll have more to say about my book as it creeps along farther, thank you for taking the time to peer into my life! Terry JesterIntrigued
- 10 years, 8 months, 26 days ago