no excuses: before the beginning
No Excuses ! || Accepting
BEFORE THE BEGINNING — three sentences (or more) about something that happened before the plot of my current project
Misery and horror wafted up from her mother’s workshop. Delicious, mouth-watering horror. Bee paused to take it in, to sate the bit of hunger in her gut, before continuing her trek up from the nursery. It was a secluded part of the world, safe from any accidents or overenthusiastic experiments, but boring. And dark. Nothing but shadows to eat down there, and the occasional waft of pain as a soul got lost on its way down and down and down.
One of her limbs carried an approximation of a sketch pad – vellum bound in bone – and charcoal contained in plenty others. Slowly, the form consolidated into something resembling a girl – four limbs, one head, two eyes, one mouth. It wasn’t a stable shape to hold, wouldn’t last more than a few hours at best. But it would allow the human souls to look at her without too much terror. Today’s art lesson was hands. Human hands, beautifully elegant in their construction – tendon and bone, flesh and keratin that could be painted for aesthetic effect. One day, she thought, looking at her own skeletal hands, one day she might be able to do the same herself.














