Hey, Readerland! The Ogre is back for Day 26! I hope you all had a Merry Christmas or Happy Hanukkah or whatever celebration you usually have, if you have one. If not, I hope you've had a good couple of days and may a long weekend.
So, pretty brutal final edits. Yeah, these will be rough. I'm going to have to redo parts based on style instead of substance. Hopefully it won't take too long.
Anyway, let's get on with the show! Today's exercise is:
20. Pick five random words from a random word generator (like, say, this one) and incorporate
all of them into your writing exercise.
My five words are:
Iron
Hammer
Galvanize
Smile
Shadow
Okay, so let's get started.
There was the repetitive sound of hammer on iron as Garet the Smith forged the weapon he knew would be needed. He bent the metal around in a half-moon shape before plunging it into the water, causing steam to rise.
Back on the fire, more steam rose and the hammer when to work again. After several times into and out of the water did the weapon finally take a shape that Garet liked. He formed the blade of the sickle, ending it in a point that could punch through almost anything. With a blade made of iron, it was heavy and strong.
Garet took a moment's break from hammering and could barely make out a figure in the shadows across the room from the fire.
"I know you'd come." Garet said. "I've not finished yet, but soon."
"Thank you, dear friend." Mechalius said. "I would urge you to work faster if I thought that speed was the problem."
"Indeed." Garet said. "I would work faster if it wouldn't hamper the quality of the blade. You will need that quality when you face the Shadow Knights. When I heard they were coming, I knew that would galvanize you into action." He returned to pounding and shaping the blade.
Mechalius smiled. "You know me well. When this weapon is done, I shall ride out and face the Shadow Knights alone and in spite of the odds, I shall be victorious."
"That is what the legends say. But what if they're wrong?" Garet asked between clangs.
"Then I shall die fighting for my people." Mechalius answered. "The way a king should die, not resting on the throne and collecting dust. And if I die, Corvis shall rule until an heir is found."
Garet turned to the handle of the weapon, mounting two pieces of wood and sanding them until they fit comfortably in Mechalius' hand. He wrapped the two pieces in a long leather strap and hefted it. Solid. Heavy. Dangerous.
"You should sharpen it to your liking, my King." Garet said. "The wheel is over there."
Mechalius nodded and approached the great stone wheel. He lay the blade upon it and pushed down on the pedal, starting the wheel in motion. The blade caught and then he remembered the correct angle and the sparks began to fly. Soon, the had a slightly bloody thumb, but also had the edge he wanted.
"Thank you again, Garet." Mechalius said, gripping his friend's hand. "If I don't see you agian..."
"Stop." Garet said. "The prophecies are right. You will defeat the Shadow Knights and return to claim your throne. God speed, my King."
Mechalius nodded and walked off into the night.
Not bad, not bad. Probably pretty easy to see coming. This might have some potential, though. Especially the Shadow Knights.
So, that's going to do it for today. So, since I'm not out of un-done exercises, I'm going to use the two 'random' exercises for the last for days. I'll change things up each day to make them more interesting, though. So, tomorrow, I'm doing:
16. Find a random picture on Flickr. Then write about it. (Click here for a random Flickr image
generator.)
The twist is that I'll pick two images and link them together somehow in the story. That'll be fun.
So, thanks for joining me and I will see you all tomorrow. Until then, take care and be awesome to each other.
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