Post by Conan Dong on Feb 6, 2009 22:53:29 GMT -5
Every once in a while, ole Zeus will strike me with a lightning bolt of genius and I'll get a really cool idea. But the douche bag does it so often that I move on to another project/idea before the first one is done and a lot of times I'll forget some of the best stuff! In this thread I will post some of these fragments for your critique an additional input.
First up: I had an idea for a book and did some research and preparations, which already put this project first in a list of completion percentile (0.3%). I go through periods where I listen to one band and very little else. At this time, I happened to be in one of these modes; I listening to My Chemical Romance nonstop. A single snippet from a song stuck with me for some reason: Black Moriah. Black Moriah. Black Moriah. I couldn't get it out of my head. I looked it up online and found out it was the name of a famous horse-drawn hearse. I saw a picture of it and I liked how it looked. That night I had a dream about a cult who worshipped this old woman they called Black Moriah. The next morning I still remembered the dream and decided to elaborate on it. It soon became a film noir story involving a drug addicted detective who finds the mutilated bodies of some city officials arranged in some mysterious glyphs. He becomes obsessed with the case and delves deep in to the occult in doing so. The climax of the story places the detective finding the cult headquarters during the middle of a ritual that will spell doom for those outside of the cult. In trying to stop the old woman, he grabs a nearby dagger and charges trough the throng of cultists at her. As he draws near she raises her arms in a crucifix manner and the cultists bow down. The blade is driven deep into her gut and she falls lifeless to the floor. The detective drops the dagger and looks around at the cultists, only to find them still bowing. He looks back on the old woman and sees that a eerie glow is about her. She floats in air and a flash of light erupts from her body as her old fragile body is transformed into a slender muscular frame. The ritual is complete and she is young and has unimaginable power. He fell for their trap, to complete the ritual, as he was the only one who could. This would be the end of the first book of the duology that the stroy would be broken into.
First up: I had an idea for a book and did some research and preparations, which already put this project first in a list of completion percentile (0.3%). I go through periods where I listen to one band and very little else. At this time, I happened to be in one of these modes; I listening to My Chemical Romance nonstop. A single snippet from a song stuck with me for some reason: Black Moriah. Black Moriah. Black Moriah. I couldn't get it out of my head. I looked it up online and found out it was the name of a famous horse-drawn hearse. I saw a picture of it and I liked how it looked. That night I had a dream about a cult who worshipped this old woman they called Black Moriah. The next morning I still remembered the dream and decided to elaborate on it. It soon became a film noir story involving a drug addicted detective who finds the mutilated bodies of some city officials arranged in some mysterious glyphs. He becomes obsessed with the case and delves deep in to the occult in doing so. The climax of the story places the detective finding the cult headquarters during the middle of a ritual that will spell doom for those outside of the cult. In trying to stop the old woman, he grabs a nearby dagger and charges trough the throng of cultists at her. As he draws near she raises her arms in a crucifix manner and the cultists bow down. The blade is driven deep into her gut and she falls lifeless to the floor. The detective drops the dagger and looks around at the cultists, only to find them still bowing. He looks back on the old woman and sees that a eerie glow is about her. She floats in air and a flash of light erupts from her body as her old fragile body is transformed into a slender muscular frame. The ritual is complete and she is young and has unimaginable power. He fell for their trap, to complete the ritual, as he was the only one who could. This would be the end of the first book of the duology that the stroy would be broken into.