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A snippet with food:
When no more men approached me asking for a dance, I figured I could finally take a break, so I quietly snuck over to the multi-tiered chocolate fountain. I seem to have run out of luck, because there were no more dipping items, but the chocolate still ran, looking marvelous. With a quick look over my shoulders, I stuck my finger right in the gooey waterfall and just liked it off. I felt like a child again, and what a feeling that was.
“I saw that.” A cool voice called out from behind me.
Startled, I quickly turned around, looking for the source of the voice. It turned out to be a young man, maybe only a year older than me. “Ah, well there weren’t any more dipping items and I can’t say no to chocolate on my birthday now can I?”
I actually don’t have a lot of scenes with food in them, in fact this may be the only one. However, I do really like this scene because it shows more of my protagonist’s personality and it introduces another main character.
A snippet you’re really proud of:
It didn’t take long to put her plan together, middle of the night, a grand party where she could easily escape and rushed movements. The princess was planning to flee. I assume she already completed her task since she left my side long ago, so I started to make my way out of the castle towards the gate when a voice stopped me.
“Ah! Young sir- you haven’t seen the princess have you? I want to wish her a very happy birthday.” A man, definitely older then Faylinn, perhaps nineteen struggled down the hall, clearly drunk.
I stifled a laugh at the sight of the blubbering man and cautiously turned around, “I have not, might I suggest looking in the women’s restroom?” I said, a devilish grin spreading across my face.
“Ah ha! That… is a f… fabulous idea! I shall go there immediately!” He responded, spinning around so fast that he tripped, landing on his face with a groan.
The man stood upright once again, disgruntled from his fall, only for a few moments before hunching back off and vomiting in a potted plant. I moved around him, holding my breath as to not smell the wretched scent of vomit. “Well good sir, I wish you good luck in your endeavors. Do remember to try the restroom.” I said, patting him on the back lightly.
“Thank you matey! Off I go to the women’s restroom to find the beautiful princess and woo her!” The man surged down the hall, swaying rapidly before turning the corner, out of my sight.
Utterly confused of what just happened, I continued my way to the gates careful not to get interrupted again.
This is the first chapter not in my protagonist’s POV. I want to occasionally switch POVs, but not too much, just when it feels right. Kind of like how Sarah J. Maas writes! I really like this scene because it’s just a funny, quirky little add on that goes to show this character’s personality even more.
Your first 500 words:
My childhood was why I left. In my younger years, I would spend the day trying on new dresses and spinning around the grand ballroom, leaving all my responsibilities behind me. Sometimes my father would join me, he would get dressed up in his tux with the red sash of royalty and spin me around the elaborately designed room like a madman. My mother did not approve of this.
I spent my childhood learning how to be proper, learning how to be a young lady. Deep down, I knew this life wasn’t for me, but I had no escape. The problem with royalty is that once you’re royal, there’s no turning back. My father had a choice; why he would chose this life, I have no idea. My mother was bred into royalty and I was the same way. I never wanted to be like my mother, all I wanted to do was to go into Misthold with the peasant boys and splash around in the water. One day I told my mother this. I had an extra set of lessons forced upon me that day.
Being the Queen of Ayrith, my mother often went on diplomatic trips, assuring the people of places like Misthold that she was a loveable and benevolent leader. My father, the King, never went with her. She was afraid he’d leave a bad impression. When she went on these trips, my father would tell me grand stories about the future.
“Faylinn, one day you will meet a man who is meant to be with you. Someone who is meant to rule besides you and I know you will be the best ruler of Ayrith to this day. People will love you and you won’t disappoint them, I just know it. You’ll be perfect, just like you are now
“But Papa, what if I don’t want to rule? What will happen then?”
“What would you rather do then be the most beautiful, influential and amazing woman in the country?”
“I don’t want to be beautiful or influential or amazing. All I want to do is splash in the water and run without shoes in the woods. I’m sick and tired of having so many responsibilities.”
“Ah, but having responsibilities is what shows you that you’re growing up into this perfect young woman. However, I’m sure we could arrange for you to fulfill your wildest dreams.”
The next day I was escorted down to the fountain in the middle of the court. The water gleamed in the afternoon sun and the continuous water arcs sent a rhythmic pulse of ripples towards the edge where I stood. I was wearing an old drab dress as to not ruin one of my nice ones.
A guard then lifted me up and gently placed me on the edge of the fountain where my feet dangled in the warm water. Overjoyed, I jumped into the water and began splashing about, but it didn’t feel right. The water wasn’t cold like it is in the woods, there wasn’t any current trying to pull me down, counteracting my movements and I certainly didn’t feel free being watched, making sure I didn’t drown in the foot deep water.
This is the prologue, that’s why it has such a different voice then the other two snippets. I know a lot people say don’t have a prologue with background information, but I love having it there because it will come into play later in the story.
I mentioned a while ago that I would love to start posting more of my writing on this blog, because I do love to write (even if I’m not the best!) Please also keep in mind that I’m not very far with this story and I might actually scrap it just because the writing isn’t the best. Since it’s not that far, what you just read is complete and utter WORD VOMIT! So, it’s bound to have some mistakes and not be the best.