Module 1 Writing Exercise From Centre of Excellence's Fantasy Writing Diploma
As I work my way through a fantasy writing program through Centre of Excellence - an accredited online learning institution - I plan on sharing some of the blurbs and snippets I write for the writing exercises.
Module 1 was an introduction to the genre of fantasy and the different elements that make up this genre. For the first writing exercise, I was required to first write a generic, genre-free blurb about two characters talking about the weather. Then, I was to take that blurb and adjust it so it was specific to fantasy. I hope you enjoy it. Comments are welcome. :)
Part 1: Genre-Free Blurb
“Rather dreary weather we’re having, huh?” Myles said, tilting his head back to look at the grey sky.
Isabelle nodded, folding her arms over her chest. “At least it finally stopped raining.”
As if on cue, a rumble of thunder off in the distance echoed through the air.
Myles gave her a sidelong glance, a smirk playing on his lips. “Way to go.”
Rolling her eyes, Isabelle stepped up the stairs onto the porch, just in case the clouds decided to open up again. A breeze ran through her hair, blowing her dirty blonde locks over her shoulder. The air was cold, promising more storms for the coming days.
Part 2: Genre-Specific Blurb
“Rather dreary weather, huh?” Myles said, tilting his head back to look at the grey sky. “Pretty hard to practice sparring when the ground is so wet and muddy.”
Isabelle nodded, folding her arms over her chest. “At least it finally stopped raining. Maybe it’ll clear up and we can practice tomorrow,” she said, though she didn’t believe it.
As if on cue, a rumble of thunder off in the distance echoed through the air.
Myles gave her a sidelong glance, a smirk playing on his lips. “Way to go. You’ve angered the gods.”
Rolling her eyes, Isabelle stepped up the stairs onto the porch, just in case the clouds decided to open up again. A breeze ran through her hair, blowing her dirty blonde locks over her shoulder. The air was cold, promising more storms for the coming days.
“The gods were already angry,” she replied with a sigh. “They’ve been angry since Lord Becket sacrificed his own daughter to the underworld and shifted the balance of the world.”
Myles joined her on the porch. He shook his head slowly, all humour gone from his features. “We need to do something.”
“Like what? What can we do to appease the gods, let alone the ruler of the underworld?” Isabelle felt helpless and lost. The entire world was turned upside down in a matter of seconds on that dark summer solstice. Before then, there was hope. But now? Now, people feared everything and anything. Now, no one was safe.
Commenti