A Writer's Paradise

Excerpts from "The Remembering Ones"

The only thing I will say is that I wrote this at some point around age fourteen.

Every horrible misspelling or grammar catastrophe in this should be regarded as (sic). I've even included the crossings-out as they seem entertaining or relevant.

In Chapter One, "The Light One," Tara has been kicked to the curb for shirking her duties as a spinner at the villa. (What villa? I don't know.)

The night was chill, not at all like the warm spring day that had preceded it. Tara sat on a fallen log in the woods and put on every piece of clothing she had, trying not to shiver. Her aunt's house lay not for from here, only through the wood and across a few fields, but Tara dare not make the trek at night, for fear she should lose herself permanently among the trees. She made a snug little nest with pine needles and leaves, burrowing in deep as Elspata, the Little Moon rose in the east, las luminescently blue. As it was nowhere near the time of conjunction, Kira, the Big Moon, would not cast his red light on the world until Elspata set. The legend said Elspata lived a lifetime, every thirty-three days, rising as a brand new sliver in the sky, alone for many days as she grew to the fat fullness of maidenhood. Then Kira would begin to rise and chase Elspata across the heavens each night, not catching Elspata until the Little Moon had waned into a cackling old hag. Then Kira would disappear to mourn the loss of his lady-love, and Elspata would die, only to be born again, and to grow alone into maiden hood.

Tara fell asleep as the fat, merry maiden made her slow way to the other horizon.

(Cripes. That first bit really is just one long paragraph!) (Er, this here is a section break.)

Tara woke suddenly. It was still night. Kira shone balefully down from the zenith of the sky. A light had awakened her - but not the light of the lonely moon.

A tall, slender youth stared down at her, a lantern in his hand. His hair was as white as a fluff maiden's dress; his eyes glowed pale bright gold, as the sun on a summer's day. Tara knew that this was an arcane, mystical Light One. She also knew that because she had never been with a man, this Light One would deign to consider lying with an ordinary human.

"Keeper of Earth Gaia," the Light One said arrogantly, "I honor you with my manhood."

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So. What more do you really need to know about the Juvenilia panel at Confusion this year?

New Rule

Kill all your little darklings.