EXCERPT: Queen of Slumber, King of Dreams (c) Melissa White 2001

CHAPTER I
The Induction and Coronation
Of
Jerome Blacksmith

An echo, that of a mysterious pair of clobbering boots, could be heard, with it’s eerie sound bouncing across an arcade of ancient walls. But then it stopped.
“Lorinna Raven…raven, raven, raven! Who are you? Intruder!” squawked a jester voice.
A tall man stood, hunched, and intimidated by his surroundings. Hanging off his coat-hanger body, was a linen cloak, with a hood which drooped in a misery of its own, over the stranger’s face, only to reveal a pasty, aged, pointed chin, and chunks of scraggy, mop-like grey hair.
“Where am I?” he mumbled hesitantly.
The strange man very slowly removed his hood, to reveal his age-ridden, wise, old face. He bore a neat, grey moustache, but his shoulder-length hair appeared as well worn as the linen cloak he wore. His glowing, fright-filled purple eyes widened, as he looked around, to reveal an old palace, riddled by grey cobblestone. Royal blue flags, with a fancy silver ‘Z’ painstakingly etched on each felt fabric, hung majestically at each arch doorway. Perched upon one of them, he noticed a raven, with meticulously clean feathers, which made the light of a flickering candle bounce off them, with an iridescent glow. Around him, he noticed what appeared to be windows. Behind each of these windows, was at least one person, amidst a cloud of slumber.
“You!” a stern, assertive, loud, woman’s voice boomed.
He looked up startled.
“Hello?”
“Look at me when you’re speaking, you blithering idiot, and tell me, what year you are from.”
Puzzled, he looked around.
“Here! Can you not see? Raven! Did you bring this poor man in as a joke?”
Scared, the man looked up. There upon a gold throne, decorated with large rubies, opals, and emeralds, was a woman. She sat, draped in a dark blue satin cloak, and gold, wire crown, adorned with large sapphires. The woman’s skin was the colour of sand. Her eyes were the colour of blood, and her long hair was nearly as dark as the hollow of her mouth, which when not open (in rarest of moments), revealed a crimson pout. Her jaw dropped, as she noticed the colour of the man’s eyes.
“It is you!” she gasped, half falling off her throne. She pulled out her gold, hand mirror, and held it in the direction of the man’s face.
“My…my…eyes…what happened to…”
“It is a sign, from the folklore of this entity! You! You are the King of Dreams!” she arose from her throne, and pulled her a dark satin red cape, which she swung from behind her, assertively. She slowly stepped toward him, over-dramatically, with a raised eyebrow.
“Stand up straight!” she demanded, raising her voice to an echo.
Curiously, she looked closely at his face, in a scrutinising fashion.
“Don’t you KNOW who I am?”
The poor man trembled.
“No…I…I…”
“Stop that stuttering at once! Did I not tell you? You are a King! Now, I don’t know about you, but as far as I am concerned, a King does not stutter!”
“But…”
“Don’t you even WANT to know who I am?”
“Er…um…who…”
“I TOLD YOU TO STOP THAT STUTTERING!” she screamed.
The woman was out of breath from screaming, and held her chest, until she caught her breath.
“I am the Queen of Slumber!” she exclaimed. The queen left a moment of silence for a dramatic, ego- fuelled effect. After all, she was a Queen.

It's just raw...but since u guys are so luverly, i thought i'd give u a little glimpse at a lil part of me which has been kept in the archives, hehe.

Uh yeah OK

The voices again?

althom said:

LOL...yeah gotta luv those voices

lilmissmissy said:

:FALLOFF:

Paisley said:

It's a faiwy tale


:GIGGLE:

So will she be at your SLUMBER party?

sinisterpentatonic said:

Only if you want her to

lilmissmissy said:

Not if she's gonna be screaming at me.

sinisterpentatonic said:

Ur avatar looks like how i'd imagined Jerome...but no no i shall not...i mean...she shall not scream at you

lilmissmissy said:

A tall man stood, hunched, Hanging off his coat-hanger body, was a linen cloak, with a hood which drooped in a misery of its own, over the stranger’s face, only to reveal a pasty, aged, pointed chin, and chunks of scraggy, mop-like grey hair.

The strange man very slowly removed his hood, to reveal his age-ridden, wise, old face. He bore a neat, grey moustache, but his shoulder-length hair appeared as well worn as the linen cloak he wore. His glowing, fright-filled purple eyes widened.


Don't hate me cuz I'm beautiful.

sinisterpentatonic said: