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Writing Sample from theProse

  Writing Sample from the Prose The following was written for a writing challenge on theprose.com. The prompt was as follows: Grey Wall  Check out the original over at  Grey Wall . Grey Wall Towering over everything was the Grey Wall. For a thousand generations the Grey Wall had separated the worlds, looming above each in silent threat of what lay on the other side. Looming in the heart of the unchosen. No being had every crossed the Wall. No human would try for the abject terror it brought the imagination. Even the birds, circling and wheeling about the azure sky would not cross the line of demarcation. The Wall meant safety and the Wall meant death. Zenyassa did not care for safety and she did not fear death. She was Unchosen. What did it matter? What was life without the risk of losing it? She could not feel alive sitting before a thatch hut milling grain while the men of her village hunted wild yissana beasts. Their hunt brought them adventures and risk for the great ...

Original Writing: God of the Sea and the Isles


Here we go with another theProse.com challenge. This challenge was as follows: 

Write a short story using these words, Life, Wave, Monsters, Sand!

God of the Sea and the Isles

Artistic rendition of the sea god Poseidon.

Waves of cerulean glass shattered themselves against the jagged shoreline in a ceaseless battle between earth and water. The collision reverberated as a thunderclap and sent up billowing clouds of salted mist, obscuring the vision of the open sea beyond. The air simmered with equatorial fire, unable to escape the clouds holding close to the sand and rock.


Gulls and other shore birds called out to one another through the fog, seeking solace in companionship and knowing they were not alone. Perhaps they were calling out to the lone human soul walking down the beach. A man at the upper end of youth, skin a dark rich brown and corded with muscle. His right hand grasped a mighty spear of ebony and iron, and his left hefted a solid shield of bone and bronze.

"Why do you come here son of man? This is no place for you." The Gulls cried.

"I am Abidemi, and I come here to slay monsters."

"Then you come here to die."

"Nay, I come here so that I might live."

The Gulls called yet again, their derisive voices rising in unison, laughing at Abidemi. They mocked his quest for they had never seen a human land voluntarily on these windswept shores.

They were also afraid.

Afraid that the monster would be awakened from long slumber and of his wrath descending from the mountain and sweeping all before it.

Abidemi was not afraid.

Abidemi knew the beast of the isle. He knew it was the same that smashed his village into ruin. The same that stole the lives of his ancestors. Sacrifices to the dark god of the sea and the isles.

Abidemi knew that a god could bleed. Not a single life more would be made sacrifice to the slavering jaws of madness. Abidemi would look into the eyes of oblivion and there he would see fear.

Abidemi was going to kill a god.

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