Monday, May 2, 2016

3-Minute Stream of Thought

I decided to do a brief "Stream of Thought" exercise today. I set a time limit for 3 minutes and just wrote what came to mind during that time. This was the product:


The moon hung over the sea of trees. There was no sound coming from the forest this night and that bothered Alastair. The last few nights at the fortress had been very uneasy as the Knights of the Holy Arm could sense a dark presence from the forest. It began when Brother Foster went in to gather wood and a scream had pierced the morning. They found his mangled body among the gathered lumber. The wounds were strange. Gashes covered his body as if from the claws of a beast but there were also clean cuts from what appeared to be from a blade.

I was not able to get too much written (I am not the fastest typist) but what I did get down is intriguing enough that I wish to re-visit it later and make a proper short story from it. Look forward to seeing what happens to Alistair and the Knight of the Holy Arm at a future date. Who knows what is lurking in the forest?