Monday, 15 May 2017

What came out of the Dreamwriting session

I'm sharing what I wrote when I did a Dreamwriting session this weekend. We were invited to take one of our characters for a walk and as we wrote were given prompts to move the writing in different directions. I chose to use Shalea from my WIP, Shalea is a healer, a wise woman and possible a witch. She is my favourite character in the story and is a feisty woman who takes no nonsense from anyone. Here is my description of what happens when she goes for a walk in a forest.


Shalea felt the dampness seep into her shawl as she wandered along the lane. The rain of last night had given the trees a thorough soaking and as the sun rose the mist dripped slowly onto her.
Through the trees she saw a figure walking towards her. A tall, slender man dressed in shades of orange and brown was leaving the forest. His pace slowed slightly as he caught sight of Shalea. Cursing her old eyes for their failing sight, she squinted at him but his features were unfamiliar. Yet something about him reminded her of childhood.

They continued to walk towards each other and Shalea became aware of the smell of resin and wood smoke. She was pulled back to her father’s workshop, standing watching as he carved the beautiful statues that were placed around The City. She breathed deeply and remembered the look of concentration on his face as he tapped gently with a wooden hammer, chiselling the features of whichever hero or citizen he was working on. She was only allowed to watch him work if she could remain still and quiet. Any noise or distraction and he would roar at her to get away home.

Shalea kicked at a pile of damp grass, nearly tripping and saw something shining. Again her eyesight failed her and she stooped down and brushed the blades of grass away. Nestled there was a silver chalice, embossed and chased with interlinking designs. The base was square and heavy, studded with jewels. She picked it up and felt its weight. But she also felt something else. Shalea felt great power tingling her fingers. This was not just a rich man’s trinket; this had been used for magic, for spells, for potions. Only once before had she felt this, many years ago when she was learning her trade. The  she had been permitted to cast a spell using a High Chalice, said once to belong to the founders of The City. The potion she had brewed had been one of the best she had ever made.
Shalea stood up, her old knees cracking and clutched the chalice to her chest. Ahead and to the right she saw a door had materialised. It was a heavy wooden door, iron studded and marked where staffs and fists had pounded on it. She reached out for the simple hinged latch and heard the squeak and click as it opened. The hinges squealed as she pulled the door open and she had to pull very hard to open the door enough to squeeze through.

On the other side was a track snaking off through the forest. A pony and cart stood tethered to a tree. Shalea petted the pony, untied the reins and began to lead it through the forest. If only she had learned how to drive a cart she might have saved her old legs a long walk. The warm breath of the pony tickled her cheek and she found that she was leaning into the animal, enjoying the warmth and companionship. As they walked on Shalea saw the market in the distance, heard the stallholders calling out their wares and she tucked the chalice further into the folds of her clothing, this was one treasure she would not be selling at market.

So, there it is. A little insight into my story. Just a teaser but I'll try to share more soon. Let me know what you think of Shalea and whether you want to hear more about her and her world.

12 comments:

  1. Interesting read, thanks for sharing.X #prose4t

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    1. Thank you for reading and I'm glad you enjoyed it!

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  2. This was very intriguing. I loved the description of Shalea and would love to know more about the chalice and where the door leads to #prose4t

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    1. Thank you for leaving a comment. I would like to know more about the chalice too but I've not written it! I may have to think about a spin-off story involving Shalea ...

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  3. It sounds as though Shalea has a fascinating tale to spin. Your words have such an enchanting quality and you cast a spell on me as a reader instantly. #prose4t x

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    1. What lovely words, thank you! Shalea is an interesting character and goes on quite a journey in my WIP. I may share more so keep reading!

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  4. Wonderfully descriptive Jo :) Look forward to learning more x #Prose4T

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    1. Thank you Sara! I will try to share more soon.

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  5. This piece really drew me in - so descriptive and wonderfully written. Now I want to know more! Thank you for linking to Prose for Thought x

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    1. Thanks Victoria! Always glad to intrigue...

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  6. Intriguing and I definitely want to read more. I wonder what magic that chalice holds and if another door will appear. Can she step back through the door again to the same world or will she have moved on forever into a different world now? Love this! Popping over from Britmums poetry roundup.

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    1. Thanks for popping over! I'm glad you want to read more, I may share some one day ...

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