Imagination gym!

[Waziwig]

Describe a setting in less than two hundred words. Paint a picture of a society, landscape and culture, add economy and the possibility of a story. Let imagination run freeeeeeee!







This probably should go in Games, or Critque, but it does say WORKSHOP on the door. Here's mine.

All along the Shallow Sea, great columns poke from the sea’s rocky floor. They are ringed with chains and moorings, surrounded by hundreds of boats. Above the mooring lines the column is deformed, topped by a huge conglomeration of planks, lashed with seaweed rope, from which hangs and rests a town . On this one, called Hylimier, seven hundred people perch above the water, competing for food, space, and if all else fails, grip. Everything is made of the sea. They fish and farm the sea, and trade with the Sailor Families, and provide entertainment to all the Lanebound wanderers, traders, and mercs. There are pirates, mail shuttles, ferries and Charant factory ships. The Charant seed beds act as lures to sea-bound pests of all manner, and each factory ship must crew itself with many harpoon mercenaries, to protect their precious crop. The mercs experience burn out quickly, but their pay is high. Hyimber’s only export is Charant, which is collected by space merchants every week and disseminate into the rest of the Empire.

 

[Teresa Edgerton]

I agree that this thread does belong in the Workshop, which is why I've just moved it there. (You posted it under the general heading of Aspiring Writers.)

 

[Waziwig]

Doh, apologies. See if anyone tries it!

 

[nj1]

I'll have a bash, be warned i'm not a writer of any kind, but i've got a hangover and this helps take my mind off it


From the bitter summit of Bran-Galeg the stranger took in the surounding landscape.
To the north the deep, fetid woodlands of the Tranks was visible on the horizon. The stranger had visited those trees in the past and remembered strolling through a lush, vibrant forest, flowers of every shape and colour carpeted the floor creating a scene of life and serenity.That was before the mysteriousTrank had come. In a few turns of the moon they had infested the trees with disease and death, rotting leaves and bark, flower and grass alike. The canopy, once glorious to behold, had held every shade of the spectrum, greens and browns, yellows and reds, a veritable riot of life. Now only death lurked amoungst the skeletons of the once awe inspiring trunks. The stranger turned away searching for another route, that path was no longer open to anyone.

 

[reiver33]

In the city it was two-thirty in the morning, and raining. In The City it's always two-thirty in the morning, and raining, but that's a different gig and maybe I'll take you there some day and in the here-and-now, Noah would feel right at home. The storm had swept the streets of all but maintenance crews and optimistic whores huddled in doorways, seeking illusionary shelter from the rain squalls and overflowing gutters.

The thunder was now nearly instantaneous with lightning strikes on the surrounding office blocks, backdrop to overloaded drains spilling out over the tarmac to make moats of the main thoroughfares. The city, normally drenched in neon, now seemed chill and grey, as if the rain had washed away its vibrant soul leaving only glare and monochrome shadows.