Writing
Time is a fickle thing. Events slip into memories, memories into stories, stories into myths. And myths will feed the written word, to once more become events.
Experimentation with prose in the 2nd person
My bachelor’s degree was a joint honours in game design & creative writing. As such, I have a lot of experience with writing fiction pieces and poetry. I’ve always loved telling stories, and my favourite medium to tell them is games. However, I find great enjoyment in writing more classic fiction like short stories or novels, and have found the three years of my course extremely insightful in honing in on my particular writing style. I find I have an affinity with writing descriptions - especially those that convey worldbuilding or emotion without dialogue. You may find below an extract from one of my short stories.
"The misty condensation rolled off the three towering monoliths. Indifferent, blacker-than-night stone who’s only distinguishable features were the outlines; cut off harshly by the sickly pale light. Your neck would hurt if you tried to see the top, which was partially veiled by the steam cloud collecting above. For its magnitude, the site was too silent. But what more to expect from the centre of a planet ?
You would barely notice yourself moving forwards due to the sheer scale, the only indication of progress being the radiation detector buzzing to life, the needle sprinting upwards, oscillating violently between unsafe and hazardous, only leaning closer and closer to the bright red section with every inch you took.
Detaching your eyes from the device, you’d have trouble looking at the pillars again. Too close now, only their towering weight can be conveyed as they block off the deathly glow from beyond. However, the proximity allows for closer inspection. Ignoring the screeching readings from the radiation detector, etchings appear across the smooth dark stone. Looking from top to bottom, these lines fractured downwards and multiplied near the base. Another detail reveals itself: these structural behemoths are thicker at the base. It is evident now, especially while observing the cracked earth underneath, receding at the unstoppable onslaught of the three spires in their reaching for the top.”