05-20-2015, 12:04 AM | #1 |
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The Wurlum
The Wurlum A raven lands on the post of an old wooden fence, along the edge of an old and forgotten cemetery. It tilted its head, squinting, and peered out beyond the far end of the cemetery, into the darkness of night and fog within the distant the pine trees. All was silent, except for the swaying of the trees on the cool night breeze. The cemetery was vast, and heinously-overgrown. It was clear that it had been forgotten to any soul for a long time. The raven picked at its feet, and then the underside of its wing; picking, preening, prawning. "The cleaner and smoother, blacker and shinier, grim-er and ghastly-er, the better!" thought the raven. The black feathers gleamed in the moonlight, basking in the malevolent solace of the raven's countenance. The ground appeared especially enticing to the raven, having not eaten for many hours this day. Suddenly, three worms appeared from the soil, warping and coiling around one another while rising higher, and higher. The raven saw this, and thought to descend at once upon the worms who appeared to wrestle one another while growing out of the ground. Before the raven could move, the ground shook, as the three worms sprouted abruptly up from the soil -up at the raven. The raven froze, petrified in the moment, at the sight of the monstrosity lunging forward. The three wormed monster was indeed actually a three hundred-to-four hundred worm-ed monster, all interwoven and functioning as a whole. It was known in these lands as a Worlumwight, or just a Worlum among the common folk. The beast had hundreds of slithering worms, each moving in its own direction, pulling and tugging on the rest, These contractions controlled the movement of the Worlum as it wavered back and forth in front of the raven. The raven cried out, and thought that surely this beast was about to attack, but right before the raven could hop off and fly away, the Worlum lurched forward at the raven with all its might, and kissed the raven on the cheek! It giggled and quickly slithered back into the ground, and giggling it went further and further down the hole, giggling all the while, The raven was shocked. It had never felt this way in its heart before! "Could it be true? Is this how light and joy feels? Have I truly lived my life up to this point believing that the darkness of night was my only veil? That I could not rise and break through the threshold and behold the glories of Day and the Sun? Why, this is most certainly my day to fly and a-flitter a-free! I am most humbled by the dawning of this realization, and must make way for the East to build a new nest at once! I just hope that the master doesn't mind me not returning for a while longer. It did seem like the master thought it was very important that I deliver th-" suddenly there was a swift "WHOOSH," and the raven's body flew off the old fence post with a long black arrow in its neck. It lay on the ground, quivering and bleeding out. Shaking violently to grasp on to dear life, and fearing the onset of darkness; the raven's last thoughts were of the joy the Wurlum brought with its one simple kiss. THE END Last edited by Lightknight924; 05-20-2015 at 12:14 AM.. |
05-20-2015, 12:21 AM | #2 |
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Re: The Wurlum
It was pretty bizarre. There were parts that felt superfluous, even given the short length of the story. Mainly the part about a master and delivering something, why bother bringing this up at the end with no connection to anything previous, it gives the reader no reason to care about it and ends up causing more confusion than intrigue.
I like that you wrote it in your own style, what with the -er's and a-free. There's a few grammatical errors here and there (such as starting it in the present tense then writing the rest of the story in the past tense) but nothing that couldn't be fixed in a minute or two. Last edited by TheRapingDragon; 05-20-2015 at 12:21 AM.. |
05-20-2015, 09:26 AM | #3 |
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Thanks for the honest criticism. I didn't expect anyone to take it very seriously. It was mostly an experiment with surprise twists in a rather boring story line. I just wanted the raven to take an arrow, with a little build up to that moment with a sense of "bizarre creepiness" about the setting. What was the raven carrying? I don't know if I really wanted anyone to care beyond a simple wondering. I put that bit in there so that the raven had a subject in mind to be distracted by in its finals moments, unaware of the arrow sailing towards it.
I also haven't written anything in a serious while, and I've been out of school for a couple years now; so this was a way for me to break the writing ice and put something short out there. What really troubles me is putting the descriptive detail into the story with fluency along with the plot itself...like describing the scene the raven just entered, and making the reader get to know the raven through its own fictional line of thought, while incorporating the description of things like it being night time and cool aired breezes and dark pine trees of a foggy forested-surrounded cemetery. My fluency is still an issue when it comes to the grammar and syntax of my sentences too, I can feel, because it doesn't feel like my sentences unfold naturally and in correct order at times. All part of sharpening the mind's whetstone I suppose. If I were to go back through this and take it a bit more seriously, I'd write about what the raven was carrying from the start, and I'd make the encounter with the Wurlum creature a bit less random and awkward and more...idk more developed of a scene. Then I'd probably expand on who shot the arrow...maybe the marksmen off in the trees comes by and bags the dead raven, discovering a note by a far off master with important information on it -thus starting a much larger plot for our new main character , Mr. Raven-Murdering Marksman. Or Perhaps the Wurlum is a pet to this mysterious marksmen, and its kiss marks the target for the archer, and that's why the Wurlum giggles and runs off right after, and is still giggling in the end. |
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The best advice I can give you is to figure out how you like to write. My first couple of books are very 'stuffy' and 'proper' in the grammatical sense. Then I read Last Exit To Brooklyn by Hubert Selby Jr. Although I disliked parts of it, it really made me realise just how loose writing could be. He wrote entire chapters without punctuation or grammar but it made sense. Then you look at other writers: The beat writers (Vonnegut, Bukowski); The stream of consciousness writers (Coupland, Ellis); The dream-like writers (Murakami, Coelho); Those who make you turn the damn book upside down (Danielewski, seriously, read House Of Leaves). You realise that writing can be whatever you want it to be. Quote:
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