My Novel
PostPosted: Sat Dec 04, 2004 8:39 pm
Hi, Here is the prologue to a novel I am currently working on entitled, Aeron.
There isn't much that happens in the first few chapters (Which is all that I've written) but if you want, I'll post them.
I also have a previous novel that I wrote about a year ago. It's only about half the length of my new one, however.
If you want the link, it's attached below.
And here is the prologue:
Five-year-old Arlan lay motionless, peering at a rabbit from behind a bush. He knew where this particular rabbit lived, and he would hike out here most every morning and observe it, recording its behavior on a small roll of parchment.
Ever since he could walk, Arlan would tease the forest animals and explore old badger holes with fascination. Nature study was a sort of hobby for him, and he stuck to it faithfully.
Once he had finished his observations, Arlan pushed himself from the ground, wiped the dirt from his tunic, and started for home. After climbing over a small hill, wading through an icy creek, and pushing his way through a grove of bamboo, his house came into view. He gazed out across the farm and spotted his father, who was already out working in the fields. He longed to go and help him tend the crops, but his mother had asked for his help in the garden today, and he wasn’t big enough to handle the farm tools anyway.
Arlan sighed with frustration. It seemed like he would stay little forever.
As he trotted through the yard, his mother, Sylvia, looked up from the tomato plant she was tending, “There you are Arlan,â€
There isn't much that happens in the first few chapters (Which is all that I've written) but if you want, I'll post them.
I also have a previous novel that I wrote about a year ago. It's only about half the length of my new one, however.
If you want the link, it's attached below.
And here is the prologue:
Five-year-old Arlan lay motionless, peering at a rabbit from behind a bush. He knew where this particular rabbit lived, and he would hike out here most every morning and observe it, recording its behavior on a small roll of parchment.
Ever since he could walk, Arlan would tease the forest animals and explore old badger holes with fascination. Nature study was a sort of hobby for him, and he stuck to it faithfully.
Once he had finished his observations, Arlan pushed himself from the ground, wiped the dirt from his tunic, and started for home. After climbing over a small hill, wading through an icy creek, and pushing his way through a grove of bamboo, his house came into view. He gazed out across the farm and spotted his father, who was already out working in the fields. He longed to go and help him tend the crops, but his mother had asked for his help in the garden today, and he wasn’t big enough to handle the farm tools anyway.
Arlan sighed with frustration. It seemed like he would stay little forever.
As he trotted through the yard, his mother, Sylvia, looked up from the tomato plant she was tending, “There you are Arlan,â€