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Portfolio Entries from Ruru

  1. Part Four

    The man guided the writer down the cavern, weaving between the clumps of words. ‘But mine is so huge,’ the Writer said, glancing back at the big Doubt Beast following them. ‘I can’t seem to do anything that stops it much at all. And I’ve never seen it shrink.’ They approached a tunnel opening in the cavern wall. Multicoloured word strands flourished along its floor. ‘Patience, practice, perseverance,’ the man said. ‘Thats all I can tell you, I’m afraid. You’ll beat the Beast for a while,...
  2. Part Three

    It took a while to find another string of words. Side tunnels began splitting off left and right, but the Writer liked the glittering tunnel, and stayed on it. She saw words ahead. Fear squeezed her insides as she tried not to think about what the beast would do. It’s footsteps sped up as she reached out for the words. Her heart skipped at the sound, be she forced her hand to reach out to them. She shone the light of her pen on them to help her see better. The beast broke into a run...
  3. Part Two

    Words. She was here for the words. What was she doing, sitting against the wall, knitting and sleeping? She put a hand down to push herself up. The ground felt soft, almost spongy. Furry to, like some sort of animal. But nothing lived inside the Story Warren. Just the words. She tried to sit up, but found the same soft, yielding surface right in front of her. And at her back. It completely enclosed her. She couldn’t rise. Panic lit a fire in her chest. Trapped! She pushed against the...
  4. Part One

    On the grass, under the sunshine of the real world, the Writer watched the dark entrance to the Story Warren. Night spilling from its opening, a dark blot on the hillside. The entrance to another world. To all the other worlds: the Story Warren was where the words came from, and words could do anything. The Writer gripped her pen tightly. The only tool a writer needed, inside the Story Warren. The pen lit the way through the tunnels. It illuminated the words. To explore the Story Warren...
  5. Captain Stanwick's Journey

    ~Jason Stanwick~ Jason Stanwick sat glumly in the bilge water of his ship. Well, boat. Alright, it was a dinghy with a sail on it, but it was his and he was proud of it. Or rather pleased. It was okay. Let’s be honest, he thought, sucking on the end of his grey beard. It doesn’t even float. He looked over the side, a few inches down to where the sand of the beach held his craft in a little cupped cradle. Purple mud crabs picked at the seaweed growing on the hull. Absently, Jason...
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