My offerings...

[Francine]

OK..here goes...
one of my snippets... Be gentle if you comment please.. i'm still a sharing virgin :P A quick word... these are all, as yet unedited pieces.


hearing it again.. and again.. the sound of the wind in the branches, the sound of the wind rustling the dry leftovers of the previous season seemed to reinforce the isolation they already felt in this place far from their homes and families.
none of them realized just how far they actually would be, how alone they would feel . The land felt dead.. like a pall had falled over all living things in this place. Even at a time when the small 4legs should be snuffling through the underbrush, when all flyers should be making noise, seeking each other’s company there was not a sound, not a whisper.

[Lin Neiswender]

Francine, this makes me want the rest of the story, the sign of a good start! I hope you continue with it.

[Anne Westlund]

This story could go in any number of directions. Please continue!

[Francine]

Thank you for the feedback... here's another snippet.. not sure if the 2 are related yet, only that there is another one to work with
No matter what is said now, there still must be a reconning.. a reason for this all to have occured. In my youth, certainly, there was some precociousness, but not so much, i did not think, that all this should have occurred. It seems to me that the path that I have been led down would not have brought me to the place that I am in right now. The Mother, blessed as She is, has made many strange demands of me over the years, but none so strange as this one…
Write!!! Write!!! Why should 1 priestess presume to count her life as any more significant or different than any other. What one life is so important that it should require being documented in any way, particularly one life that, by many standards would be considered less signifacant than most.
I do not understand, but then, I have often not understood Why She has wished things of me. I will, as I always have, honour Her demands of me, as we all do who live here in this sanctuary.
No more SANCTUARY for me apparently, at least not for a while. I have no idea where this will go, but I will trust that Her words and works shall be honoured as my heart is where She requires it tobe.

[Dan Goodwin]

It does paint an intriguing picture, in only a few sentences Francine. My mind had all sorts of images in many directions.

From a writing point of view, my favourite part is:

"the sound of the wind rustling the dry leftovers of the previous season"

Really original way of writing about this.

[Francine]

thank you so much for the feedback... I appreciate it very much..
I'm not sure where this one is going yet, although there are a few snippets that may well fit before and after it...
thanks for being gentle :D
more sometime as i keep getting braver :D

[Dan Goodwin]

Be brave and keep it coming Francine... : )

Dan