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A freestyle essence map of the P`a language.
I made a lexicon of the P`a language for the National Novel Writing Month challenge (Nanowrimo).
It is a very simple structure: a list of elements. I could put it into categories now, now that I have posted it as it was written for Nanowrimo.
I did not actually write the entire lexicon without capitalization or periods, only the essence map and a few lists I think. And it fits the essence too, in a way.
Critique I pray you!
a shark’s fins
a naval uniforms buttons
a lock and bolt
a triangle shadow
a leather pouch
a shark’s eye
the horrent hairs of a wolf’s back
an underground explosion
the waterspout of a missed shot at sea
a deep, pointed hood
the period at the end of a sentence
the wing of a falcon
a spreading of salt over a surface
the tapering of a fish's tail
a door painted over
a round tower
a bell cut in half
a shower of scented water
the regular beat of a soldier’s drum
the wind blowing over the mouth of a deep well
the wreck of an overthrown carriage seen in the fog
an undersea spring
an uninhabited mouse hole
a sweating face that gives you a blank look
a loop on your belt, with nothing in it
the lid of a pot of boiling something, with steam rising around the rim, but when you touch the lid it is icy cold
a treasure of coins, all with bullet holes through them
a pair of sandals on a roof top
a man who wears a new kind of hat now
the sound of a whistle
a weathercock in the moonlight
a shattered wheel
the gloved hand cupped over the mouth
the sound of the continual dropping of the water clock
a wheel turning as the carriage goes on down the road
prefect door hinges
a hammer glancing off an unharmed, glass window
raw garlic, gathered in the wild
a drop of sweet water
the bridge of the nose
a pitcher that is full, and then empty
a firmly buckled buckle
cleaning a bridle
a long bridge
a mark on the forehead
an iron pan, reflecting
pewter bowls recast as bullets
the waves on a shallow beach
a room lit only by a white hot bar of metal
a hand stroking a reflection in a mirror
a spotlessly clean inside of a chimney
a ball made of stone
a mudpot, there was one at Yellowstone National Park that I am thinking of
a blister on pale skin
the white of someone’s eye in the dark
a motionless eyelid
the surface of a pool as smooth as the flat of a butcher’s knife
candles burning down without drops
a blue flax flower
cutting up a metal ring with a sword
following a wrinkle on an old woman’s face
learning the tongue of the dolphins
a leaning lamppost, dripping with dew, with the lamp put out
a flag frozen outspread, stiff, high in the air on a cold, windless day
a blade stroped on leather
a mirror globe on a short, metal post
a pteranadon trained for war, with the emblem of the army painted on its wings
a melody played on a mountain ocarina
a workman willing to defend his home with a file
the bowl of a candle holder, for catching the drips, clean
a two pronged fork, held into the steam
a slender stream of water falling into a metal bowl
the axil that the world turns on
a bow of steel, with a string of metal
cutting into the brim of a hat with a barber’s razor
wiping off the cheek with water
a ladle submerged in a pool of clear water
a tear stain on a window sill
putting a needle through a shaft of wood, intended for the construction of an arrow
a cavalry saber with a bullet hole through the blade
smooth river rocks
a perfectly clear sky with a single bird flying to and fro continuously
a minimalistic crossbow with a missing winding handle
a feather that is not blown when the wind blows
an iron tipped walking cane
a lens held up to examine the tip of a spear
a butcher cutting the wings from a gray bird
a small towel falling from a tower window
cutting out the eye for a mask
touching the eye of a stone figure, it does not blink
a bird flying with one wing
finding a knee cap bone
an empty pea pod
the bow of a violin run over the fingers
a plain shield, without any emblem
a glass cup filled with liquid helium, soaking straight through the glass
a shoe without laces
the skin of a human arm and hand
a small egg cradled in a leaf
a round, metal buckler, on its face, holding the head of a pitchfork
sewing up the back of a shirt
cleaning out the inside of a trumpet
the kind of chin strap for a helmet that goes across just under the mouth
a blindfold with writing on it
killing a band of attackers with only a shield
a bird’s beak melting in a clear acidic substance
a metal bullroarer (a slip of metal swung on a cord: its spinning making a sound like a giant locust)
large pieces of raw onion, being showered with boiling water.
a file tool filing drawings off of paper
a pan, empty because all the water in it has boiled away, and it continues to become hotter
a newly shorn, young lamb
water that smells like metal
the cold breeze when you spray cold water in a metal bowl
the color of the sky when the first flake of snow falls
a goat with its head cloven in two between the eyes by the blow of a sword
a vast salt mine
the spreading anvil cloud of an electric storm
a harvest of cloves drying
the leaf of a plane tree on a persons hand
blocks of salt hurled against a wall
an avalanche of snow
starlight through frosted glass
a sword made entirely of glass
a suit of plate armor lying under the shifting waters of a fountain pool
the mechanics of a flower opening in the morning
a man hanging by a single hair of his head
a minnow darting this way and that way in the water caught in an overturned helmet
the wind pounding through an open window blows down an easel and the picture that rests on it
a small hat sailing high in the air on the wind
the silhouette of a spear shaft a black bar dividing the disc of the moon in half
the sun shining down on a river that winds into a lake with no other shore visible
the sound of pipes playing in a vast, abandoned apartment complex, and whenever you enter a room the sound seems to come from, it seems to be on the other side of the wall, or from down the hall
a spotless, immaculately clean suit, with bullet holes in the less obvious parts of it
a pipe as thin as a straw, with a slender thread of water streaming out
rice noodles soaking in cold water
an empty kettle hanging from an iron hook
a fulgurite wrapped in clean, white cloth (a fulgurite is like a rough, elongated piece of gray stone, cut at one or both ends showing that it is hollow and filled with glistening crystals; they are made when lightning strikes sand)
the single leg of a cricket, kicking repeatedly
a single feather from the tail of a cockerel stuck between two stones in a wall
a lantern shining through a closed gate in the early twilight
the sound of a cricket echoing in a bare room
the metal statue of a dragon, polished, but cut and dented in places by axes and hammers
a sound you have believed to be the sound of waves, is, when you look up, actually the sound of a tornado
being blind, hearing a man blessing you
a cloth passed throughout a vast crowd gathered to mourn, to collect their tears, and when the cloth is dripping with tears, it is used to wash the face of the dead whom the people mourn
a barefoot messenger running swiftly down unpaved roads
a song on the other side of a wall: the song ends suddenly
running one’s hand around the inside of the rim of a helmet, as one would with the inside of a hat
the webbed foot of a goose nailed to a wall
a single whisker of a catfish encased in crystal and hung around the throat on a thin, silver chain
powdered iron sifted over the still, placid water of a fountain that is not playing
a high water wheel, diligently spinning
a belt breaking
a flower plucked of petals
chalk stones being cut with a knife
a shield folded one end to the other
the shadow of a man rolling and flapping like a flag
wool soaked with acid
a dark cloak pierced through the center by the branch of a tree, a branch which has green leaves
a black worm
a candle flame without a candle, flying slowly about
a whale-bone riding crop
a wagon wheel lifted, and brought down on the head of a nail, the nail pounded in with the wheel
the V shape made on water by gliding waterfowl
a shallow, steel tray filled with water, stirred with fish hook
a feather on the bottom of the sea
a bird living in an empty wasps nest
a severed ear, divided into several pieces
a woodcutter hacking a suit of armor to pieces in a paved courtyard
a cloud of cut hairs underwater
cutting a coin with a saw
a tall, fine man, with a noble and handsome face, except that his nose had been severely broken in the past
a great, silver cup, with a few drops of water at the bottom
a spear driven through a drum
pouring into a cup and drinking an oil tasting like olive oil, but clear as coconut oil
a lightning rod in the middle of a field in the wilderness
an eggshell pinned on a needle
a flower with a needle through every petal
a small bird perched on the dorsal fin of a shark
a coat spread over a filthy part of the road, with no foot prints on it
a shooting star that divides into two
a helmet rolling down a winding staircase
a cage with nothing in it except a swarm of gnats
a bowl with a single moth’s wing in the bottom
a man sees his shadow cut in two by the shadow of a flying knife
a lantern not lighted, lying in the gutter of the street
a white dog running and leaping from rooftop to rooftop
the tail end half of a serpent slithering through mown grass
a triangular, white napkin
an earring hung on a lamppost with no light
a flying bird made entirely of ash
a clear glass cup made with a knife through it
a small, dark bird trapped inside an abandoned railroad car
the claw of an eagle lying on a stone
the lower jaw of a tortoise used as a spoon
a man carving stamps for a woman he knows
the sun divided into thirds
a sword held up by a napkin ring slid up the blade
a belt surrounding a strong waist
the edge of a sword falling on a plywood board without damaging it
a sword spinning like a top on its point
the forward half of a cat divided in two lying in the middle of a road of gray dust
hail scattered in green grass in the sun after a hailstorm
a great, gray cloud forms in the distance in the shape of a cone pointing upwards
a girl cries, but no tears fall, but sweat falls like tears (I have felt this way a few times.)
wind chimes hurled from a window into a street paved with stones
a whirlwind inside an gray, stoneware vase
a sword stabbed through a spear
a warrior’s axe hurled into a wind rippled lake
rain falling straight down in a single column the size of a table, raining on a monument
the corner of a box cut off
a swordmaster shivers with cold, the rain drips from the hem of his cloak
a stag with one antler sawn off
a pile of soaked gunpowder in standing water
a small cluster of hibernating bees
a beetle’s wing covers clipped by small clippers
the tip of a crescent moon sticking up above the silhouette of a hedge
a clean coat cut straight down the back from top to bottom
a bowl filled exactly to the brim with oil
a line of ink drawn down the forehead and the bridge of the nose
a pile of wooden stools under a cascade of water
the right hand half of a saddle sliding off the side of a horse
several bowls turned over, with nothing underneath any of them
the point of a kite shaped shield resting on the floor of a carpenter’s shop
a row of wooden shoes with the toe end cut off of them all
a smooth spike swinging whistling through the mists of the upper atmosphere
a black globe swiftly spinning, throwing a sheet of water out from its equator
a high, smooth, soft collar lambent on smooth, pale cheeks
sweeping one hand along a giant, polished bird’s wing
the shaft of an arrow as it is drawn past the body of the bow
an eyelid lying on a table
a file drawn across a glass rod
a strip shaved off a rod stripped of its bark
a week of fasting
the death warrant of an ant
a shadow that does not change place, shape, or depth, night or day
the hoot of a metal rod swung in a tight circle
a steel cap in the form of a right angle cone
a feather that is the same on both sides like a leaf
a coin with no markings, but a plain, smooth face on both sides
the joint of a pair of shears
a man with black skin in a blue coat
an ironed hat
a smooth liquid clay pouring from a slender pipe
hollow bullets containing secret messages
silvery nuts that crack into three pieces
a tree with leaves that feel as smooth and supple as cloth
spotless gloves that fall neatly onto a desk
perfectly dry velvet
an orange, pink egg without a speckle or blemish, the gradient of the shadow from one side to -the other
a large hat made from the skin from a bat’s wing
markings made with black ink on white marble
ground made of shell fragments crushing underfoot, like in Williamsburg
making the largest pyramid out of one single piece, one giant brick made of clay and straw
making a vast pyramid out of beeswax in one night before the sun rises and melts it
a half sphere of lead, and half coins
the corner of the eye of a frog
the sliding of a sword into a sheath going on and on forever
laying your finger on the lower eyelid
touching water: it feels dry: it is soft: stroking it like a sheet, stroking running water like an animal
stroking the surface of a magnet
wiping an axe blade on your cheeks
a wandering man with a notch in his ear
slipping the graphite out of a pencil and submerging it in water
drawing white silk over the back of the hand
a metal ball sliding down one’s tongue
spreading scales from a butterflies wings over one’s hands and arms
a man whose eyes are covered by the wing covers of a beetle rather than with eyelids
a stiff leather belt drawn out tight and straight
a single woodless pencil
shattering a sphere of ceramic with a warhammer
leather shoes like moccasins with lengthwise slits in the soles
a sleeve torn from a perfectly clean, black blazer
a stiff hood rolling
an armband with circles etched in it
a hoop rolling down a trough
a colander with a broad knife cut half through it
the egg case of a dog shark floating far below the moving surface
pills in a large, metal spoon
a naval vessel with all sails set
a triangle of blood veins
buttons sewn in a circle on black paper
What do you think of the essence map? What are your favorite ideas? Some of them I am definitely going to use in my stories.
Do you have anything to add? Does it remind you of anything you have seen or read before? Do you know of anything that has an essence similar to this?
Critique I pray you!
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Servant of God, Brother of Christ, and Sealed by the Holy Ghost.
Tsahraf is Hebrew, meaning to refine, cast, melt, purge away, try.
Chahsid Mimetes means Follower of the Holy One, or saint.
Be ye followers of me, even as I also am of Christ.
I Corinthians 11:1
May Sir Emeth Mimetes find you doing this.
Thank you, in Gods name.
Jorgan the Sphere on Amazon.
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this sounds like the most epic language ever. And the most disturbing. XD
How can I not die over that?