Now fantasy is so much more my thing. I am actually planning on writing one of my own novels in the fantasy genre. Hopefully. If I ever get around to writing ANYTHING. So this is a good test to see what you guys think.
Write a short fantasy scene.
The fantasy genre taps into the imagination more so than any other genre. Deepen your own relationship with your imagination by writing about a new race of creatures or a type of magic. Practice explaining these new concepts without bogging your reader down with paragraphs of description. Remember, your story lies in the present action, not in the WORLD YOU BUILD.
Living in a world that other people control was never something anyone wants, especially when they are hunted. The main animals that never liked speaking to me were the ones we ate, but it was never personal to me, I just did what my father told me. Once I had one ask me to help, it broke my heart, but I stool there and watched as my father continued to teach me how to hunt. It was then they turned on me.
Before then I had conversations with birds and rabbits, they would tell me something that bothered them and if I was able, I'd help them. This then spread and more animals spoke to me when I passed. Sometimes I ignored them, which they didn't like, but that day another was watching and when I didn't help all I heard was, "she's no friend to us," over and over again from different voices.
What is said a short scene! Plus I'm not really sure where I was going with this. I like fantasy but that prompt was really hard! Here's some of my other fantasy writing;
Ester looked James right in the eyes. She knew what he was thinking, what he wanted her to do. They hadn’t done that move since they were kids. She was scared that he wouldn’t throw her high enough. Even so, she took the risk.
In one movement she shoved past Blake with her shoulder as James crouched down and put his hands into a cup shape. Her foot stepped into it and with one movement they both jumped and the force of his arms pushed her high into the air. She summersaulted to get her into a position to free her hands from her back and twisted in the air so she landed in front of James but facing Blake and Denzi with her hands now bound by her stomach. She felt her shoulders being grabbed by James as she stumbled to the side with a force that made her knees buckle and she collapsed to the floor. Shooting an angry look in James’ direction as she cursed him under her breath. One of his lackeys had nipped her ropes though and her hands were now free, which she had to thank them for.
It took her a moment to decide what to do. She could run and leave the Red Hand's men to kill her captors or she could step in and intervene, which meant being captured again and possibly meeting her death. As much as Anwen wanted to run she knew she couldn’t, she had to stay and be taken to Keenan to find out about Vragdush and save herself, but that wasn’t going to happen with them fighting each other. She watched the fight for a few moments longer before hopping to her feet. James had made a few sliced in Blake’s upper arms and his lacky had Denzi on his knees. The sword that was coming down onto his head suddenly stopped with a clang and a flash of fire which caused all fighting to cease.
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