Snubble was a small gnome, crooked and bent from spending hours in his workshop. His round glasses filled his face as he peered at his books beneath the light of one dull candle; he was deep in thought and pondering the designs for another fantastic creation.
He was no ordinary gnome; he was the inventor of many wondrous things!
With a “Hrumph” he slipped off his stool and padded away from his stained drawing desk, which looked more like the nest of a papier-mâché monster than that of the world’s greatest Tinker. Over his shoulder was a parade of model flying machines, mechanical pulleys, strange sinking ships and many other curious things filled with glass and bronze. In his age withered hands he held a quill, dripping with fresh ink.
“Whatever shall I do?” Snubble quizzed as he stepped over Rumblehoff, his pet firedrake. Rumblehoff sleepily raised his head, puffed a plume of grey soot and smoke and then promptly rolled over. He was little impressed with his master’s late night nonsense, for like most firedrakes, Rumblehoff was more interested in his next meal and the warmth of the embers than the next great invention.
“His Majesty will be ever so annoyed at me!” Snubble stopped and cocked his ear. He could hear the creaking of floorboards as they strained beneath the footsteps of someone much heavier than an old gnome.
There was a banging at the door, steel hinges bulging from the pounding of an armoured fist.
Zarine, a dark haired girl of about 10, shivered as she stood by the warrior, her large brown eyes on the edge of tears, her mind still reeling from the day’s events.
“Open up dwarf!” the warrior bellowed.
Shall I write more? No.
I maintain that successful SciFi/Fantasy writing requires certain amounts of familiarity in the topic, I think originality can be difficult.
“Goth Girls Don’t Jog” remains my primary fictional writing focus.