#treewip

And I realized maybe I could use the words “Redemption” or “Reconcile”. So I looked up what the swedish word would be and...

  “I’m sorry”. She sounded weak, nothing like herself.   “Oh, are you now?” The sprite scoffed, glancing down at the letters on their chest. “You’re sorry?”     She could feel the first tear running down her cheek, making way for the others that followed. It was then that she noticed how her whole body was shaking, how the fear was eating away at her frantically beating heart. There was nothing gripping her throat anymore but she still felt as if something was hindering the air to get to her lungs.   “Yes”, she whispered through trembling lips. “I’m so sorry”. But the sprite only shook their head before leaning away.   “You’re not sorry”.

So I was rewriting the treewip in swedish, and as I went through the english version I realized something...This part of what I like to call “the bird poop chapter” is the best summary for this story so far. So here ya go. 

It was raining. Just raining. She tried to tell herself that as she ran through the village. What was falling from the sky, hitting her whole body, was just water. Rain.   It’s raining. It was difficult to convince herself of that though when all she could hear were the flapping of wings and happy twitter. There were definitely more than six of them now, but she didn’t stop to count.     Running on the road towards her house she could feel the townspeople watching her. She could see the shock on their faces turn into smug glee as she passed. All of it disappearing into a blur in her hurry to find cover.     When she finally saw her house she could feel the rain stop. Very abruptly. As if it was never there. She was so surprised that she halted a few steps away from the front door and scanned the sky for her attackers. They were nowhere to be seen.     The feeling of the sticky mess adorning her skin, clothes and hair pulled her attention back to the state she was in. It was as if they had been aiming. As impossible as that may sound. She didn’t even want to look at herself and was afraid to breath through her nose. If she hadn’t been ducking her head the whole time she was sure that even her face would be covered somehow.     She took a step towards the door, cringing at the feeling of the sticky clothes moving over her skin. An accidental breath through her nose had her heaving. The bread from this morning threatened to make a return, but she pushed it down, forcing herself to take calm breaths through her mouth.   “You’re cursed girl!” The voice made her stop for a second, but she didn’t bother turning to look at the one who had spoken. “You’ve got only yourself to blame”.   “Just fuck off”. She put as much force into her words as she could. All the anger, panic and confusion from the latest events mixing together. “Just fuck right off”.

I have a feeling I did this once? I don’t know...but in that case I’m doing it again cause I’m too lazy to go back and check. 

Rules: Post the first three sentences of a current WIP–either the first three sentences of the entire WIP itself, or a specific chapter.  Tag 5 people!

Also I was tagged by @acfawkes​ (thank ya! c:). So now I’m going to force you and myself to look back at what I wrote like a year ago...I haven’t opened this chapter in months...

Ok here we go-

SELM. The carved letters were messy. Her awful handwriting only made it worse. Maybe if the wood had been softer it would have looked a little bit better, but instead the S resembled a backwards Z, and the E was way too big. Though that didn’t stop her satisfied smile as she engraved the last line, backing away to examine her sloppy work.

(I didn’t count “selm” as a line). Also just for fun I’ll dig even deeper and post the same opening lines from my Swedish version. Oh god. Well at least the majority of you won’t understand it.

Ja har inte kollat på det här sen...sommarn förra året? Ja vet int nåt sånt. Men i alla fall...ugh fan va skumt det är att skriva på svenska ja kan inte mer. Why am I doing this.

SELM. Bokstäverna var inte särskilt fint utskurna. Det var svårt att få till prydliga linjer i träet när knivbladet var slött efter år av användning. S-et var extra snett och såg mer ut som ett bakvänt Z. Dock ignorerade hon detta och fokuserade istället på att karva ut a-et, som faktiskt såg rätt så okej ut trots hennes usla skrivstil. 

Apparently I lost a line when I translated it, so it’s not completely the same. 

There we go. Might have counted wrong somewhere but oh well. I quit math so sssssch.