My fursona's spent all his life floating around in my head, just existing there, not in ink or paint, so I just wanted to write a story about him. Today I felt like I could, but...I had trouble with a setting. I'm really into the bleak times in history, so it's set in the Black Death..which probably seems insane. erk.
This would just be the introduction to the story, and later bits would introduce you to parents and the village and things, before any death...but it's about sibling dependence, through bad times. (very bad times, in this case - eep). It's not 18+ or anything, the worst it gets is a mention of blood, so, moo, I'll hope I'll be okay posting it here. But I've never really written short stories before...I've read a lot, but never written. so...any tips at all, or constructive criticism, I would lap up. thanks.
edit: I just looked at this page, and thought..."God, it's short..." oops. but maybe some tips still...? eek...
The wind was battering the cottage, that November morning. If that wasn’t enough to wake the sleeping fox, the rain hitting his face certainly was. It wasn’t the homeliest of homes, or the sturdiest built.
Faryl blinked his eyes open, and groaned with dread. It was the 13th of November, 1348. He felt fear in his gut.
Gathering his thoughts together, he remembered the rumours of death. Travellers, locals, everyone was telling stories of hell from Europe, stories of a nothingness that blew in the wind. Yet he remembered his family, he was happy to have his parents, and his older sister, Elizabeth, with him. They were closely bound, had suffered together through much, but Faryl knew that any safety would be blown away in these winds that came.
He was scared, but he knew everyone else was.
Having pieced his brain together, he left his bed, only to find his sister already awake, knelt by their parents bed.
“…Liz? What’s wrong”, those words rattled his already trembling nerves. “Mother and father, they’re not well…” Her voice was shaken, and she began to weep. It was their nightmare, their pillows were bloodied and their cheeks pale and sinking. Faryl held her sister close. He was no comforter, but he tried his best to soothe, while his eyes welled up, his stomach sank and his legs fell weak.
He could see the dark days ahead, he held his sister close.