Due to the nature of writing tutorials, I wasn't able to really come up with anything for this week. What I have decided to do is instead write a short narrative using the hints and tips I've given you this week in two parts. I am writing this on the fly with no preparation, to show you that given the right foundation, you too can write comfortably.
"Fucking thing bit my hand! Is it bleeding? I can't tell..."
"The venom will travel slowly into your heart now. I told you this was a bad idea."
"Just get the car, now! What are you standing there for?"
"I'm keeping you from falling into a ditch. These woods are dangerous."
Strange tidings from the outer realms bid me a cold greeting as I slump down into the hedge. Behold what man can do; that we are capable of astounding things. The mission was a failure, and my guide could not encourage me any longer. Coming here was a mistake. I was a fool to believe.
When I saw her orbiting Gliese I knew in my heart there was more to her than they had told me. Vela was the key to a new world. I could find it there, I just needed a ship. FTL was the new buzz in the Conglomerate, the hope of a new world, but I was wrong. Now I was dying, feeling the foreign microbes crawling up my veins, tearing my cells apart. It was only a matter of time before I would decay and see the world fade away 36 light years from earth.
"What will happen now," he said taking my wrist between his coarse fingertips, "is that your heart will die. All I can do is sedate you, and ease the pain."
"Don't... please. I must know what the end will be for me."
"If you wish. I just hope they don't come back. Savages..."
"I hope the irony of that isn't lost on you, Running Wolf."
"Don't patronize me Stanley. This world will be more than mine, one day. The people will sing your song, and I shall conduct it."
"Hold my head up, Wolf. I want to see the stars, just in case."
To be Continued...