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✨Rewritten Starters✨
These are starters that I have recently rewritten to match my current writing style! Eventually all my starters will be rewritten, I’m just procrastinating some.
1. It was dark on the ship, the only light provided being the moon in the sky and the remains of a sinking ship that was on fire in the distance. Vivienne was sitting bound in a corner of the ship, her anger displayed on her face. The princess had been sailing to another country to wed a prince her father had chosen for her. She knew nothing of him other than their alliance would be good for both of their families. So, Vivienne had gone willingly to make her father and her people proud.
But disaster had struck; pirates had taken the ship and there had been a terrible fight. Her guards and servants raged against the other men, but had eventually been overpowered. They slaughtered the guards and any men on board, sparing only the princess and the two handmaidens she had with her. Once they were back on the pirates ship, flaming arrows had been shot into the royal one and cannons were set off to blow holes into the side so it would sink.
So there Vivienne and her handmaidens sat, silently watching the pirates hurriedly bustle around the ship. It was a flurry of movement, people getting their wounds mended and the uninjured were working on getting the pirates boat moving again. In the chaos, a small dagger had been dropped near the women. The princess crept towards it slowly until she could reach it before darting back to where she had been.
Vivienne dropped the dagger in front of one of the women, allowing her to saw away at the ropes binding the princesses wrists. It took time, they had to stop anytime someone neared or looked their way but eventually her hands were free. She made quick work of her handmaidens bindings before letting out a shaky breath.
The princess glanced around, her grip tightening on the handle of her claimed dagger. She would fight, she had decided this when she saw the dagger. It wasn’t much, but she couldn’t give up. Vivienne spotted a pirate that had been giving orders to the others, standing closer to the women than he had been before but with his back towards him. She didn’t know who this man was to these men, but he seemed like he was of importance. She hesitated for a moment before rushing the man, holding the dagger tightly against his neck.
Her voice came out like a hiss as she spoke into his ear. “Get me your captain or I’ll slit your throat like you did to my men’s.”
~~~~~~
2. Leanna was being hunted, which of course, wasn’t anything new to her. She had come into her powers at an early age and when her parents had turned her over to the ‘proper authorities’, it didn’t take her long to escape. Especially once she figured out how to work her power of teleportation. Most people didn’t have powers and those who did were hunted down to be killed, experimented on, or who knows what else. It all depended on who paid for the bounty.
She was teleporting through some woods with ease, avoiding the man who had been chasing her for almost a month. Most hunters gave up on her after a week or two, but not this one, he was persistent. She was growing worn out, constant use of her power burned her out quickly. Her teleporting slowed before she finally came to a stop and she leaned against a tree, breathing heavily as she glanced around.
Leanna couldn’t see the man thankfully. Maybe she had finally lost him in these damned woods. She kept her back against the tree as her eyes darted around the dense woods, trying to watch out for the bounty hunter. She could of course fight him, but she preferred not to. She was generally a peaceful person, but she refused to be taken or killed by someone just for their own monetary gain.
Her body tensed when she heard movement in the woods and flecks of purple formed in her iris, a sign she was about to take off if need be.
~~~~~~
3. A scream ripped through the air as the now fallen Angel fell from the sky, her wings singeing as she did. The pain she felt was worse than she could’ve ever imagined, she just didn’t understand how she got to this point. She did her job, she protected her humans. She was away for one minute, the smallest amount of time and everything came crashing down on her, her human had stepped into oncoming traffic and because she wasn’t there to save him, he died.
Her wings were now burning as she came crashing through tree branches, crying out from the pain. She landed on the ground with a loud crash, the impact putting out most of the fire of her wings. She let out another scream, tears pouring down her cheeks before she just rolled over onto her stomach. “What have I done?” She breathed out, looking around her surroundings.
She let herself sit up, hissing from the pain. She stayed in the same spot for about an hour until she heard someone moving through the trees. She stood up as fast as she could, her eyes wide when she saw someone coming towards her. Her burnt wings went to wrap around her, causing her to cry out in pain yet again from the movement.
“Stop! Don’t come any closer please.” She called out as they stepped into the clearing made by her fall. She collapsed to her knees with a small sob. “Leave me alone.”
~~~~~~
4. As the early morning sun rose over the tops of large pine trees, smoke rose from the chimney of a cozy two-story cabin that sat about a mile away from the winding road up the mountain. There was already a light dusting of snow and with the look of the clouds in the distance, there seemed to be a fair chance that more was headed that way. But the woman inside the cabin, Vivienne Lewis, was not worried about the weather outside. She was busy working on a breakfast for herself and the one guest she had staying in her bed and breakfast.
One of her many tasks as the owner of the cabin was to be up with the sun to make sure her guests had plenty to eat when they awoke and a fresh cup of coffee or tea to start their day. She didn’t mind, Vivienne was a morning person and this part of her routine was her favorite. She hummed softly as she put the finishing touches on her homemade cinnamon rolls and set them on the table in the dining room. There was already a small spread of food set out as well. Some eggs, both fried and scrambled, a few sausage patties, and a small pile of bacon.
Vivienne had only opened her bed and breakfast within the past year, having received an inheritance from her grandmother’s passing that gave her the money to finally follow her dream. While she would prefer to still have her grandmother with her, she was happy that she had met her goal of running her own business in the mountains, especially at the age of 24. She had thought it would’ve taken years to achieve but here it was.
Vivienne looked her age. She had wavy brown hair that framed her face, though it was usually pulled into a braid while she did her work. Her green eyes were vibrant against her pale skin, freckles dotting her nose and cheeks. The woman was 5’4 and while she was fit, she had curves and a softness to her in the right places. Perfect for snuggling up to during cold weather… not that she had anyone to snuggle with. She was currently dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a knitted sweater with an apron thrown over top while she cooked.
Most of her guests were visiting the small town that was at the bottom of the winding road outside her cabin. It was a tourist town, had the weird niche museum to prove it. But it also had a charm to it, especially when it was decorated for the holidays. There were tons of things to do in the town despite the size being so small. From ice skating to skiing, there was something for everyone to do.
As Vivienne was making her own plate to eat, being sure to leave more than enough for her guest, she heard footsteps down the stairs signaling the presence of her guest. “Good morning! I wasn’t sure what you preferred for breakfast, so I cooked a small spread for you to choose from.”
1. It was dark on the ship, the only light provided being the moon in the sky and the remains of a sinking ship that was on fire in the distance. Vivienne was sitting bound in a corner of the ship, her anger displayed on her face. The princess had been sailing to another country to wed a prince her father had chosen for her. She knew nothing of him other than their alliance would be good for both of their families. So, Vivienne had gone willingly to make her father and her people proud.
But disaster had struck; pirates had taken the ship and there had been a terrible fight. Her guards and servants raged against the other men, but had eventually been overpowered. They slaughtered the guards and any men on board, sparing only the princess and the two handmaidens she had with her. Once they were back on the pirates ship, flaming arrows had been shot into the royal one and cannons were set off to blow holes into the side so it would sink.
So there Vivienne and her handmaidens sat, silently watching the pirates hurriedly bustle around the ship. It was a flurry of movement, people getting their wounds mended and the uninjured were working on getting the pirates boat moving again. In the chaos, a small dagger had been dropped near the women. The princess crept towards it slowly until she could reach it before darting back to where she had been.
Vivienne dropped the dagger in front of one of the women, allowing her to saw away at the ropes binding the princesses wrists. It took time, they had to stop anytime someone neared or looked their way but eventually her hands were free. She made quick work of her handmaidens bindings before letting out a shaky breath.
The princess glanced around, her grip tightening on the handle of her claimed dagger. She would fight, she had decided this when she saw the dagger. It wasn’t much, but she couldn’t give up. Vivienne spotted a pirate that had been giving orders to the others, standing closer to the women than he had been before but with his back towards him. She didn’t know who this man was to these men, but he seemed like he was of importance. She hesitated for a moment before rushing the man, holding the dagger tightly against his neck.
Her voice came out like a hiss as she spoke into his ear. “Get me your captain or I’ll slit your throat like you did to my men’s.”
~~~~~~
2. Leanna was being hunted, which of course, wasn’t anything new to her. She had come into her powers at an early age and when her parents had turned her over to the ‘proper authorities’, it didn’t take her long to escape. Especially once she figured out how to work her power of teleportation. Most people didn’t have powers and those who did were hunted down to be killed, experimented on, or who knows what else. It all depended on who paid for the bounty.
She was teleporting through some woods with ease, avoiding the man who had been chasing her for almost a month. Most hunters gave up on her after a week or two, but not this one, he was persistent. She was growing worn out, constant use of her power burned her out quickly. Her teleporting slowed before she finally came to a stop and she leaned against a tree, breathing heavily as she glanced around.
Leanna couldn’t see the man thankfully. Maybe she had finally lost him in these damned woods. She kept her back against the tree as her eyes darted around the dense woods, trying to watch out for the bounty hunter. She could of course fight him, but she preferred not to. She was generally a peaceful person, but she refused to be taken or killed by someone just for their own monetary gain.
Her body tensed when she heard movement in the woods and flecks of purple formed in her iris, a sign she was about to take off if need be.
~~~~~~
3. A scream ripped through the air as the now fallen Angel fell from the sky, her wings singeing as she did. The pain she felt was worse than she could’ve ever imagined, she just didn’t understand how she got to this point. She did her job, she protected her humans. She was away for one minute, the smallest amount of time and everything came crashing down on her, her human had stepped into oncoming traffic and because she wasn’t there to save him, he died.
Her wings were now burning as she came crashing through tree branches, crying out from the pain. She landed on the ground with a loud crash, the impact putting out most of the fire of her wings. She let out another scream, tears pouring down her cheeks before she just rolled over onto her stomach. “What have I done?” She breathed out, looking around her surroundings.
She let herself sit up, hissing from the pain. She stayed in the same spot for about an hour until she heard someone moving through the trees. She stood up as fast as she could, her eyes wide when she saw someone coming towards her. Her burnt wings went to wrap around her, causing her to cry out in pain yet again from the movement.
“Stop! Don’t come any closer please.” She called out as they stepped into the clearing made by her fall. She collapsed to her knees with a small sob. “Leave me alone.”
~~~~~~
4. As the early morning sun rose over the tops of large pine trees, smoke rose from the chimney of a cozy two-story cabin that sat about a mile away from the winding road up the mountain. There was already a light dusting of snow and with the look of the clouds in the distance, there seemed to be a fair chance that more was headed that way. But the woman inside the cabin, Vivienne Lewis, was not worried about the weather outside. She was busy working on a breakfast for herself and the one guest she had staying in her bed and breakfast.
One of her many tasks as the owner of the cabin was to be up with the sun to make sure her guests had plenty to eat when they awoke and a fresh cup of coffee or tea to start their day. She didn’t mind, Vivienne was a morning person and this part of her routine was her favorite. She hummed softly as she put the finishing touches on her homemade cinnamon rolls and set them on the table in the dining room. There was already a small spread of food set out as well. Some eggs, both fried and scrambled, a few sausage patties, and a small pile of bacon.
Vivienne had only opened her bed and breakfast within the past year, having received an inheritance from her grandmother’s passing that gave her the money to finally follow her dream. While she would prefer to still have her grandmother with her, she was happy that she had met her goal of running her own business in the mountains, especially at the age of 24. She had thought it would’ve taken years to achieve but here it was.
Vivienne looked her age. She had wavy brown hair that framed her face, though it was usually pulled into a braid while she did her work. Her green eyes were vibrant against her pale skin, freckles dotting her nose and cheeks. The woman was 5’4 and while she was fit, she had curves and a softness to her in the right places. Perfect for snuggling up to during cold weather… not that she had anyone to snuggle with. She was currently dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a knitted sweater with an apron thrown over top while she cooked.
Most of her guests were visiting the small town that was at the bottom of the winding road outside her cabin. It was a tourist town, had the weird niche museum to prove it. But it also had a charm to it, especially when it was decorated for the holidays. There were tons of things to do in the town despite the size being so small. From ice skating to skiing, there was something for everyone to do.
As Vivienne was making her own plate to eat, being sure to leave more than enough for her guest, she heard footsteps down the stairs signaling the presence of her guest. “Good morning! I wasn’t sure what you preferred for breakfast, so I cooked a small spread for you to choose from.”
7 | Sep 25th 2023 22:39