Halfway between the University and the Castle, a half-breed bird roosted restlessly in a half-dead tree. Thin clouds smeared across the sky, giving the dawn the appearance of a bloody gash. The bird shivered. He scented an approaching storm on the wind. Storms always brought him nightmares. Dreams of being lost and alone, of never being where he wanted to be and of not understanding what he needed to know.
(A first sentence. Still thinking...)
The Black Beast
Crow flailed immensely through the vacuum, he screeched
after the disappearing stars –
Where is it? Where is the black beast?