Inanimate Object Exercise

[Elle Joyner]

(This is a writing exercise on description - Bringing an inanimate object to life, through the written word - Enjoy)


I am all that’s left. The others, those gallant many, have fallen, some so long ago I can scarce remember when or where. Champions and fools… and friends – victims of circumstance, of a war so old, many of us were barely contemplations when it began. Even his bride… so beautiful and stoic, so strong and true has been taken. Yet I remain.


My blood courses through me, a raging river of terrors and doubts, of sorrow, as I watch them approaching. I want to run, to flee for my life, one that is held in so little regard, but I know my duty. I am all that stands between the enemy and him. I am the only one who can protect him and I will, with my very last breath, if I must.


It will not be long, now. They are not patient and some small part of me is grateful for that. They draw near and I begin to quake, my heart a storm in my chest. Tears burn my eyes, blur my vision, but I swipe at them, stalwart as I can make myself. Behind me, my King stands, a mask of stone set about his countenance. He knows, as I do, that the end has come. I straighten, my fingers trembling over the hilt of my blade, slick with sweat. Their cry pounds in my ears, the cry of impending victory.


I know what’s coming. I knew it was coming when the very last of my companions fell. I pull my sword, but it is to no avail – death comes at me from the side, and I see him in my peripherals, bearing down on me like a great, dark shadow, pulling with him the final curtain of mortality…


I fall…


But I cannot grieve. I know this was my duty, my purpose, and I have served well. I was never made to resist… I was made to die in place of others and I have done well…


(The Life and Death of a Chess Board Pawn )

 

[J0ker]

Everyday I face the same monotony. At the same hour I am seized and manipulated against my will, forced to scrawl the day to day librettos on the same blank sheets, over and over and over again. Rather, I should say I have no will. When I am not dragged along the endless white I face my master, observing his bitten lips and contemplative eyes. I am an instrument of his mind, a catalyst for endless human imagination. The words I transcribe for him are as capricious as my master himself. One day, they reek of sadness and melancholy. Others, the joys and richness of life. I feel nothing for them. It is my duty to archive his expressions; nothing more, nothing less, until the day I am worn to nothing and meet the fate of all others who have given their lives in the noble pursuit of immortality.


(A writer's pencil.)

 

[Tom-Pen]

Would You Like A Seat?

Here, sit here,

there is plenty of room for you my dear.

Soft and stable,

gentle and strong, so obviously able.

Your butt,

and me,

wait, what?

Not like that, oh no,

you see, I'm a stool, didn't you know?

crafted for your lower half to rest,

my cushion and legs the absolute best.

All I have ever desired,

is to hold you when you are tired.

By Sir Stool Goodseat​

 

[Valfyr]

[QUOTE="Elle Joyner](This is a writing exercise on description - Bringing an inanimate object to life, through the written word - Enjoy)
I am all that’s left. The others, those gallant many, have fallen, some so long ago I can scarce remember when or where. Champions and fools… and friends – victims of circumstance, of a war so old, many of us were barely contemplations when it began. Even his bride… so beautiful and stoic, so strong and true has been taken. Yet I remain.


My blood courses through me, a raging river of terrors and doubts, of sorrow, as I watch them approaching. I want to run, to flee for my life, one that is held in so little regard, but I know my duty. I am all that stands between the enemy and him. I am the only one who can protect him and I will, with my very last breath, if I must.


It will not be long, now. They are not patient and some small part of me is grateful for that. They draw near and I begin to quake, my heart a storm in my chest. Tears burn my eyes, blur my vision, but I swipe at them, stalwart as I can make myself. Behind me, my King stands, a mask of stone set about his countenance. He knows, as I do, that the end has come. I straighten, my fingers trembling over the hilt of my blade, slick with sweat. Their cry pounds in my ears, the cry of impending victory.


I know what’s coming. I knew it was coming when the very last of my companions fell. I pull my sword, but it is to no avail – death comes at me from the side, and I see him in my peripherals, bearing down on me like a great, dark shadow, pulling with him the final curtain of mortality…


I fall…


But I cannot grieve. I know this was my duty, my purpose, and I have served well. I was never made to resist… I was made to die in place of others and I have done well…


(The Life and Death of a Chess Board Pawn )

[/QUOTE]
That was actually pretty cool, I like it.

 

[ViAdvena]

If I had eyes, they would had narrowed into very thin lines. This really clumsy girl, when she will learn that eating soup in front of me is never a good idea?! Look, now my immaculate arrangement of buttons was splashed with salty water. It would take hell to clean it, and that's if she even bother.


I dims more quickly than usual when she is away. This way when she comes back, she would've seen the dust that has accumulated for the past week. Although, really, she should have realized it every time she shut me down- oh wait, she almost never shut me down, she will just leave me like this until I hibernate myself. What a considerate owner.


She comes back now, and in her hand is...a dust clothes? She then shut me down -wow, what a rare occurrence- and begin to clean me up. This is an even rarer occurrence. Not that I'm protesting, just about the damn time she does that. When she shut the lid, I thought she was done with me for a day. But then she put me in her bag. Huh, is this a working day? No, when I checked my system time before, today is weekend. So where does she bring me to? Perhaps to her friends' place to works on their assignments. Yes, at the weekend, because from her schedule apparently the professors have a habit to give deadline on Monday, and my owner is a chronic procrastinator. Do the math.


But when she pulls me out of the comfortable, comfortable bag I was in, the noise and lightning in this place clearly don't belong to any personal room. In fact, even her classroom usually isn't this noisy. Where am I? This place is unfamiliar, but also has a strange nostalgic feel to it... oh, I get it now, this is the kind of place where I once been. When I was in the display with the others, all shiny and new, giving a promise of an easier way to work and boundless entertainment. But why I am here again? Wait, don't tell me, she is going to sell me? What?! No way! She can't just do that, she is even yet to backup- oh damn it, she did back up all the data yesterday! So all of that is for this?! But I'm not even that bad! I still wake up relatively fast to her call, I still can handle all of her resource intensive softwares -from that photo editor to video editor to virtual machine- without crashing! ...Okay, maybe I do crash once in a while, but hey, it has more to do with those bad written code than myself! No need to replace me! How dare she replace me with one of those sleek, shiny smug bastards on the shelf which think they're all that with their new processor and super fast SSD-


"So Sir, my laptop has been overheating lately. How long it takes to clean the fan?"


Oh- oh, so she just want to clean me? ...Okay then- well, it's about time anyway! I do feel hot in the past few days, and not in a good way. Good thing she noticed this before my processor melt!


"One hour? Alright, I'll come back here later."


She did come back in time one hour later- no, not that I really care to constantly check my system time or anything, I'm just a little worried, okay! It isn't impossible to her to forget that I am here! Hmph! Then before she put me back in the bag, the shop owner commented that I am still in a surprisingly good condition for my age. Well, of course! I'm the most durable thing ever! My owner better be glad she got me and not replacing me with those shiny smug newcomer on the shelf! Although I won't mind if she replace my current hard disk with the SSD one...

I'm having fun writing this xD