DREAMS of a CLOUD
Peruse the many random ramblings of a writer-in-training as I build stories and develop my craft.
12 December 2022
“Welcome to the Arena,” Kali said, gesturing to the colosseum before them. “Where everyone you see is created, reworked, or borrowed whole-sale to be immortal and help the Authors practice writing combat scenes or similarly stressful situations.”
Yeah, it looks like I missed last Sunday the 11th, too. Not that I did a great job the 12th, either. Again, I was just forcing myself to write something. Didn’t turn out great.
I kinda always wanted to do an introductory scene for the Arena, with Kali (or whatever I change her name to later) showing some newcomer around. I eventually plan on finishing and/or rewriting this.
“Welcome to the Arena,” Kali said, gesturing to the colosseum before them. “Where everyone you see is created, reworked, or borrowed whole-sale to be immortal and help the Authors practice writing combat scenes or similarly stressful situations.”
“Umm…” The newby, a petite girl with short raven-black hair, looked worryingly toward the medbay, where wounds of all kinds were being treated. “Does it hurt?”
“Depends on the Author. Ours seems average; we feel some pain, but rarely if ever is it debilitating.”