lizziebrose
Serf
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Let the stone be swathed in thorns
Make night as black as a winter storm
Bloom roses so red that they shine through the night
Let your blood run with their sacrifice
Your clock will cease turning, your spirit forlorn
In wait for a maiden to look without scorn
With your garden of blood and your heart made of ice
Each miracle given, your flesh pays the price
True love incarnate reverses what's done
The dawn will not come 'till your hearts beat as one
Make night as black as a winter storm
Bloom roses so red that they shine through the night
Let your blood run with their sacrifice
Your clock will cease turning, your spirit forlorn
In wait for a maiden to look without scorn
With your garden of blood and your heart made of ice
Each miracle given, your flesh pays the price
True love incarnate reverses what's done
The dawn will not come 'till your hearts beat as one
Disclaimer: If you are interested in writing with me, please read all the way through. It is important to me that my potential partner is willing to take the time to read what I've written.
Hmm. Roses, and thorns, and a curse...what could this be? Yes, you've guessed it; I want to do a twisted Beauty and the Beast retelling. I've got a lot of ideas for the plot, but I'm hoping we can create something together. I'm looking for a special partner who can help create something new and exciting, from a tale as old as time. However, there are a few things I must insist on.
-Our story will be entirely devoid of any furry implications. No 'beasts'.
- Our story will be absolutely full of mature themes. I want to write something dark and gritty, which means that gore, profanity, and sexual themes will play a part in the plot. My partner must be an adult. The degree to which these themes appear in our story is up for debate, but I would prefer not to shy away from them.
Now, as far as what I look for in a partner...
-I am looking for high quality writers only. You should be able to play multiple characters, write novel like posts, and have an in depth understanding of the mechanics of writing. I don't care if you make a typo occasionally. I'm not looking for a well edited post, but I do want a thoughtful and well crafted response. I desire sentence fluency, and multi faceted characters that you bring to life. If you are unsure what standard of writing I'm asking for, please refer to my writing sample at the bottom of the page. If you can match that, or do better, I would love to hear from you.
-Please note that my sample is fairly short, compared to what I normally write. Your sample doesn't need to be lengthy, but it does need to be written in third person/past tense from a male perspective.
- Plot with me. This is not a game where I throw ideas at you, and you pick and choose until you find something that suits you. If you don't have the inspiration to help build a plot, then we aren't going to get far.
- I am looking for someone to play a male character, opposite a female of my own. There will be romance, there will be side characters, but I am not looking to double. I don't care what gender you are, so long as you'll enjoy the pairing and play it well.
-I would love someone active, but it's definitely not a requirement.
If you think we would be good partners, but you hate the fairy tale retelling, please reach out regardless. I would be more than happy to create a story that fits with your current inspiration.
If you are interested, please send me a pm with a writing sample. Hope to hear from you soon!
The world was frozen; silent at last in the amber glow of morning. She was certain time itself had paused in the midst of the sunrise, as though it had looked down upon the earth and realized it should have turned back. The red in the sky could not compete with the red of the earth, a shocking shade of scarlet that could only be achieved in death. Death stained the grass, the dirt, the small patches of heather that had been purple the evening prior. She had lost battles before, but the scene that stretched before her did not speak of defeat in war.
This was slaughter.
The pounding of her heart synchronized with the thud of her boots as she climbed the hill, stepping around the bodies of the fallen. Every footfall seemed heavier than the last, building with the crushing weight in her chest, as her eyes scanned the faces of those who had been lost in the chaos. They were fixed in agony and fear, their eyes empty, as though they had seen there was nothing to fight for. As though they had seen the end of the world...And truly, it was the end.
Her foot dragged as she finally reached the top, and the air fled her lungs in a gasp that broke the silence. Breathless, she looked over the valley in which they come to their ruin. The scarlet stain of bodies stretched for miles, massacred like pieces of meat that had been thrown to the hounds. Without the chance to age and brown, the gore was still shining like the glint of armor in that bloody sunrise. This dawn, this new day, would be the end of her. Her kingdom had been brought to its knees; and then massacred, because bowing was no longer enough.
She might have fallen herself, had a pair of strong hands not reached out to grip the armor at her waist. Every nerve in her body sang with alarm as those fingers found the place below her ribs, and squeezed with a force that was inhuman. The sharp sound of the metal met her ears as her armor bent inwards, pressing against her skin with threatening force. He was reminding her, in no uncertain terms, that he had every right to crush her. It would be a cruel death; perhaps a fitting one, after what she'd done to him. When she gave no acknowledgement of his presence he pulled her back a step, forcing her against his chest in a move that was all too familiar. There was no tenderness now, but a reminder of the vow she had broken to him.
"I warned you."
"I had to try."
The grip at her waist tightened, causing a sharp pain to shoot through the lowest of her ribs. She would not give him the satisfaction of cringing; she would not flinch in the face of death. The cost of her betrayal had always been clear, but she had not expected that it would have no purpose. She had believed, with every fiber of her being, that this was a battle she could win. The sea of death before them was nothing but a reminder of how wrong she'd been. Her eyes burned with angry tears as he leaned forward, pressing his jaw against the curve of her cheek.
"I told you that you would fail."
"I couldn't have lived with myself..."
"How convenient, that you won't have to."
When she closed her eyes against sun, all she could see was red.
This was slaughter.
The pounding of her heart synchronized with the thud of her boots as she climbed the hill, stepping around the bodies of the fallen. Every footfall seemed heavier than the last, building with the crushing weight in her chest, as her eyes scanned the faces of those who had been lost in the chaos. They were fixed in agony and fear, their eyes empty, as though they had seen there was nothing to fight for. As though they had seen the end of the world...And truly, it was the end.
Her foot dragged as she finally reached the top, and the air fled her lungs in a gasp that broke the silence. Breathless, she looked over the valley in which they come to their ruin. The scarlet stain of bodies stretched for miles, massacred like pieces of meat that had been thrown to the hounds. Without the chance to age and brown, the gore was still shining like the glint of armor in that bloody sunrise. This dawn, this new day, would be the end of her. Her kingdom had been brought to its knees; and then massacred, because bowing was no longer enough.
She might have fallen herself, had a pair of strong hands not reached out to grip the armor at her waist. Every nerve in her body sang with alarm as those fingers found the place below her ribs, and squeezed with a force that was inhuman. The sharp sound of the metal met her ears as her armor bent inwards, pressing against her skin with threatening force. He was reminding her, in no uncertain terms, that he had every right to crush her. It would be a cruel death; perhaps a fitting one, after what she'd done to him. When she gave no acknowledgement of his presence he pulled her back a step, forcing her against his chest in a move that was all too familiar. There was no tenderness now, but a reminder of the vow she had broken to him.
"I warned you."
"I had to try."
The grip at her waist tightened, causing a sharp pain to shoot through the lowest of her ribs. She would not give him the satisfaction of cringing; she would not flinch in the face of death. The cost of her betrayal had always been clear, but she had not expected that it would have no purpose. She had believed, with every fiber of her being, that this was a battle she could win. The sea of death before them was nothing but a reminder of how wrong she'd been. Her eyes burned with angry tears as he leaned forward, pressing his jaw against the curve of her cheek.
"I told you that you would fail."
"I couldn't have lived with myself..."
"How convenient, that you won't have to."
When she closed her eyes against sun, all she could see was red.
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