I do lovely little comments with all kinds of critique and nice stuff and what do I get in return...
Live and Like itLive and Like itLive and Like it by nicoja
Setting: A Tree upstage right. A stool/tree stump down centre left.
Lindsey is sitting in the tree staring into the distance.
MARK enters from right. Spots LINDSEY in the tree, sighs and finds a place to sit on the stool. Holds out the sandwich and stares at it.
Hey. You ok? Linds?
Hey, you cold? (LINDSEY shakes her head.) Hungry? (another shake)You can't just sit in the tree all evening. Dinner's going cold. Your parents... Well, dinner's cold. I brought you a sandwich. We can sit out here all evening. Lindsey. Lindsey?
I love it out here.
In summer the branches are so thick with leaves you can't see the sky. And it doesn't matter if it rains, cos right here none of it hits you. Not really.
You sound like a poet.
Some things are easy to be eloquent about. Others... not so much. (pause) You're eating my sandwich.
I'm hungry. Someone spoiled d
PrologueTime changes in a darkened room. The division become more simple. The length of time between feeling hungry and forgetting what real food tastes like. The length of time between waking and wanting to fall asleep again - shorter than you would think. The length of time between inhalations and exhalations - longer than you would think. She could tell you the average number of breaths between drinks - there is running water in her cell?Prologue by nicoja
It's stone walled, uneven, she can't feel the joints between blocks when she runs her hands over the walls, the only gap is a crack in one corner about three fingers high, two wide, that allows the water in. There is a small pool where the water gathers and she drinks from when she feels the need. The water goes no further. She assumes it sinks down through the stone, when she thinks about it. There is no door. The ceiling is too far up for her to touch. She assumes she came in that way. Sometimes she doesn't remember anything that came before this t
In search of dragons...The dragons of old were not how they are imagined today. The myth of the handsome flame coloured beast of the air is just that - a myth. The actual truth is so different. They could no more fly than you of I. But just as we can now soar through the air in metal-bellied beasts of burden, so too did the dragons find their own method of aerial propulsion.In search of dragons... by nicoja
But before I can explain how they achieved their method of flight, first you must understand their actual appearance. It was not that of a elongated lizard, a pair of bat-like wings attached to the side. Rather it consisted of a trio of snake-like limbs attached in the middle with a fourth shorter projection culminating in a blunt, rounded head. (Of course I say snake-like, but really there is no true modern equivalent to how these things looked.)
Each long limb was divided in two, each divided member acting indep