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June 4, 2014
Writing 101

Writing 101

Today’s twist: organize your post around the description of a setting.

Beatrix Skipwyth, chatelaine of Pelindra Palace stared at the wizard’s laboratory in dismay. There was a fine line between pack-rat and hoarder, it was obvious from just a single glance that Maceabwyn the Magnificent had fallen far, far over the edge. To say that the chamber was cluttered, was an understatement. Every visible service was covered by items stacked and layered haphazardly on top of each other. The entire west wall was filled with rickety shelves crammed with a jumble of books and objects. A large marble mortar and pestle rested precariously atop a wobbly stack of thick leather-bound tomes next to the open door. A narrow aisle, wide enough for a single scrawny person snaked its way through similar piles to the back wall. The narrow north-facing gable window admitted only a small amount of dimly filtered light. The clunky walnut desk beneath it was littered with sheets of paper interspersed with uncapped inkwells and pens. A pair of thick candle holders trailed multicolored blobs of wax down either side of the desk. Scrolls, some of them partially unrolled filled the niches surrounding the window. A massive oaken workbench occupied the east wall. Potions both completed and unfinished were scattered across its surface. Splotches of spilled ingredients formed uneven lumps. Several large patches of burnt wood scarred the bench.Plants and herbs dangled from nails on the wall above it. They were so covered in dust as to be unrecognizable. Moth-eaten stuffed animals hung on wires from the ceiling. The musty stench of decomposition, laced with reeking chemicals filled the lab.

“I’m sorry madam, but this mess is just too big for me to handle! I don’t even want to touch it!” Matilda Chapman wailed.

She patted the chambermaid gently on her back. “You did the right thing coming to me dear.” She consoled the trembling girl. “This is what happens when you leave a wizard to his own devices.” She muttered grimly. “Clearly this is a job for the Hazardous Magical Materials Removal Team.”

In response to Writing 101, Day Two: A Room With A View (Or Just a View)

One Comment
  1. I love your descriptions. For isntance, the narrow aisle snaking its way through similar piles… beautiful.

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