What is this Gotheg?

I tend to forget things.

And one thing that I tend to forget, is how many worlds I have and how many I've actually shared.

One of my favorites, though, is the world of Gotheg.

Named after I studied Gothic architecture in high school, I took to the name like glue.

(If you don't quite get it, I replaced the -ic in gothic, with -eg, and quite liked the sound.)

I started researching different Gothic architecture, particularly cathedrals and gargoyles.

Then I let it drop for a while. . .

Until I started playing around with a story idea that centered around a box that made things magical.
(Which, by the way, is now a completely different story. Imagine that.)

I started to play with adding viking-ish details and cultural aspects to it, and it became what I have now today.
Most of the climates are based on Scandinavia, down to the island countries.
I'm playing around with possibly adding some warmer climates to the world, but so far that's been a no-go.

So yeah!
That's what I have so far for my Gotheg world, which I might post more about later. . .
First comes College life, and writing my stories.

Keep on Writing!

God Bless
SDG
Joy 

A Step of Faith: The Dark and the Delicate

Next up in my folder: The Dark and the Delicate

This idea came from a dream.

It was really weird, because a smattering of my family and I (four of us out of my six sisters and I) were for some reason in Europe when war broke out against the US.
We were in an enemy country, so we had to somehow go somewhere safe.

Which ended up being a mountain estate of someone's, a huge modern/castle-like mansion, where they were also hiding seven other foreign women.

I got a small room with this beautiful view, a tiny desk (that held the Narnia series and a notebook, all that evidently I had brought with me), and a small bed in this nook/closet area.

Days, then months passed and no one came to help us out of the country.

We settled into a routine, and we didn't get much information outside of the small rural village that was a little way below us.

It goes on, to include druid-like magic users and enslavement via these weird necklaces and lots of walking in the dark.

Let me just say that it was a very vivid dream.

And I decided to run with it.

Here's what I have!

(By the by, I'm going with a contemporary fantasty feel for this story. . .)

War has broken out.

In the southern hills and mountains of France, twelve foreign women seek refuge.

Duke Risbond, a wealthy land and business owner opens his spacious home to them.

For a few weeks, they wait for help to arrive.

Then one night, a man heavily robed sneaks into the building.

He knows his way well, and goes into one of the smaller rooms that one of the women are staying in.

She is sound asleep, and he enters a secret chamber in her room without disturbing her.

Or so he hopes.

In reality, she watched his every move from the shadows of her bed.

The next night, he does the same thing, and the woman slips in past him.

Doing so, she sets off an ancient secret that puts her own life and the lives of the eleven other women in danger.

They are now at the mercy of the Hiero Vasileios.

So. . . Yeah.

I pretty much see this in terms of a simple story, that, in many ways, seems too simple.

It's so much like the classic twelve dancing princesses' story, that I've never had too much of an interest in actually working on the characters.

Which is why I love Pinterest.

I can always discover something to keep my interest.

Questions? Advice? Ideas? Anything is welcome. :)

Keep on Writing!

God Bless,

SDG

Joy

A Step of Faith: The Crystal Legend

So I guess I might as well do another one today.

Today's Little Bunny: The Crystal Legend

This idea came about when I put together three things: A cool looking picture, one of the countries I developed for Gypsy Gift, and the idea of what if this world had invisible beings that were going extinct?

Almost like saying ghosts are now extinct, but they weren't always, so that would be why we are still scared of them.

Hah.

Now there's a new idea within itself.

But anyways, I took it and I ran with it and this is what came out.

In a time when nobility understood the importance of educating the lower classes, rumors are flying.

Invisible creatures are back, they say, the invisible creatures from the age of myths.

The nobles do everything they can to deny this.

First livestock start to act oddly.

Then children start to disappear.

When a young prince and his entourage disappear on a hunt, a young philosopher is ordered to find the truth behind this.

He bands up with a pickpocket, a nobleman, and a swine herder. 

I did end up throwing in a cliche twist in there, but it just fits with this story and makes me smile so wide!

Oh, the adventures to write!

Questions? Advice? Idease? Anythings is welcome! :)

Keep on Writing!

God Bless

SDG

Joy