Wrenge (I)By
Louise DragonDuring twilight hours on the day Elizabeth Michaels was laid to rest -- one more statistic in the journals of domestic abuse -- a small Memphis cemetery spawned the Wrenge.
Born from the persistent cries of abused women, the Wrenge tentatively extended leathery wings. Equipped with wings, she'd rise above the suffering and pain of her creators. Her leathery skin carried the blue and purple bruises of countless abused women -- giving her a dark, mottled image. A silvery sheen of tears, shed by thousands, gave the Wrenge an iridescent glow against the darkening night sky. Her face, shadowed by the twenty-foot wingspan, carried the hollowed anguish of many faces. A spark of determination glittered in her deep-set black eyes: determination, which had often arrived too late to help its couriers. These crumbs of resolve, pooled together, gave the Wrenge colossal strength and almost weightless stability as she lifted her powerful wings and soared high above Memphis. Owls and bats shrank from the huge dark shadow whose breath carried the stench of death.
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3 comments:
I'm interested.
I love your creature concept and the design for it! However, this piece is mainly just a description of the Wrenge. I would love to see this thing in action! We don't need to know all the technical details, so let's get to the meat of your story! :) I can't wait to see what you do with this next.
Keep plugging away. Now that you have a good picture of your creature, you need some action. Remember, “Fiction” is a verb. Good fiction contains characters making choices that lead to growth or change. Now that you have a character, how is it going to grow and change by making what kind of choices?
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