Using the Snowflake Method

The Feast a Short Story for and Velcro and Other Tacky Stories (a book in development by me)(c) copyright 2009, Shundra L. Moore, all rights reserved

Here is the first chapter and the Prologue.

Prologue: Thomas the Helper

Thomas' Narration: People were shoulder to shoulder in the crowd. I could smell a ladies hair spray she must have been standing near me but I couldn't really tell. The guards were not assembled yet so they couldn't beat a path to the podium for me. It seemed to take me forever but I finally reached it. The priests looked hostile today. The governors were seated along the back row. The priest were seated also but unlike the governors they dressed in their formal temple garments.

I don't know why, but everything seemed out of place to me. James called a feast and I was his helper so I had to help even if it killed me. I guess that's why the people were jittery too. I was always the comic relief so I needed to look on the bright side to keep myself calm. I'm Thomas, if you're reading this it means that I'm dead. Or soon will be. Hopefully I'm just deathly ill and I need some time to recover.

Continued: But that's beside the point. I'm writing this letter so that I will be known to all in the universe. Well, not really. I just don't want to be forgotten. I don't have children and very little to leave to them monetarily if I had them. Just a few words of wisdom that have kept me alive on a cut throat planet were the people worship the law of the king and don't know what God's love has to do with anything.

It's not the physical violence that is our problem here. The killing is all very nice, polite and very enlightened. Words spoken in secret rooms behind closed doors or on paper notes sealed with red wax. They can be passed under lace covered tables of high society or thrown in the cell of the poorest prisoner. They reach far and can hurt the mind. Believe me, I've felt the bite of sinister words. They work better than daggers.


Introduction

Thomas: James decided to be fashionably late. I expected you about thirty minutes ago.

James: James answered me but he was winded from the pace of his steps. I know my friend, I was delayed. Three men were sentenced to death for killing a famous magistrates children while they slept in their beds. You would know him if I dropped a name. We carried out the sentence immediately to avoid a riot.

Thomas: I would like to talk more my king about the days visits, but we are behind schedule. I rushed him because we were running behind. I didn't want to give that trial another thought. It made my stomach turn. It was uncommon for us to talk about our crime ridden planet, so I didn't want to start a trend. Quickly James, I think everyone is nervous about the Harvest Feast. We should hurry and you should wear the wireless microphone. The dust won't mess up the transmission.

James: Can everyone hear me.

Most in The Crowd: Yes! We can hear you fine.

Thomas Narrator: I was scanning the crowd for the guards. I saw only a few in place. Looked like five to one. For this early in the day I guess that was good. Maybe they implemented the plain clothes program that I put forward at the last council meeting. But I had to find the others before the meal. The ratio made me uneasy.

James: First with a few preliminaries for the community of priest. You should prepare yourselves for the high priest has relayed a message to me. No priest can handle the holy things until they have gone through the process of consecration. We are all familiar with this consecration it is long and difficult but we all know why it is in place. Because of the physical challenges. Secondly, The council has made a few important changes to the law.

Crowd: Rumbling and Murmuring


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Im using the snowflake method. This is only my triangle stage. I haven't developed my characters or added enough small talk yet. Here is the link to get the Snowflake method courses. The Snowflake Method

Peace Out
SLM