I, like many other aspiring writers, have over a dozen plot ideas bussing around inside my head and would absolutely adore anyone who could help me choose which one to pursue first . . . metaphorical cookies shall be awarded to any who can help me out
Below are the draft blurbs/descriptions of some of my ideas:
Upon Icarus' Wings
Kįyän’s song was destined to be one of hellfire and brimstone, a melody so dark that the very foundation of Ävįdä would be set aflame. It was into ice that he was birthed; an Ĕlfįn child bred to incite a war so savage that man and beast alike would bow down before his terrible sovereignty.
The People of Ävįdä have no choice but to bear arms . . .
. . . and watch the world burn.
A Silent Cacophony
“I am a sickness,” I whispered to myself as I stared at my reflection. “I am a disgusting parody of God’s good work, a disease that can’t be cured.” The bathroom light flickered dismally as my words echoed around the small, dank, room and I flinched in response, was this God agreeing with me?
Nicolai O’Riley hates himself. He hates his attraction to men and his inability to change himself, but most of all he hates looking into his bathroom mirror and seeing a monster. For that’s what he was . . . gay . . . sick . . . an abomination.
After eighteen years of being loved by his family and his peers, it all changed overnight. Suddenly he went from The Nicolai of Holudule High to the gay freak who walked around with his head turned towards the floor. After losing everything, all he has left to him is his black guitar, an old collection of Shakespeare’s works . . . and his self-hatred.
It all changes when he meets a girl.
The girl who tries to teach him that love is still love . . . no matter its form.
A tale of friendship, prejudice, self-discovery and most importantly . . . Loyalty.
Uhuru
Blood was the price for my freedom.
And it had been paid in full.
After sixteen years of iron-kissed wrists and the stinging lash of the whip against already scarred ebony skin, he is ready to embrace this newfound freedom. His eyes seek new sights – to see the places that his kin had spoken of before they were all slain before his horror stricken gaze. So he sets off, leaving the bloodstained plains of Africa behind and settling upon the sandy shores of Australia.
His journey is not one to be undertaken alone, but who are the two mysterious males that have decided to become his companions? The Primal Lion, the domesticated Iberian Lynx and the adolescent Fennec Fox; could it be that love and freedom walk hand in hand?
A journey that binds more than two souls . . .
So anyone have an opinion that I could use? Would be much appreciated.
Tash xx
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