I am walking through the ancient village of Epic Citadel. I see nobody. I have just noticed this place is as desserted as the Sahara Desert. All I see is the villianous castle home to a dead king and a deceased queen and a long gone handsome prince. The next village is 100 miles away. So I can't call for help. I feel worried. The dragon that killed the village might kill me... I smell fresh bread on the stalls of the village. Fresh bread and lavendar and yuck... sewage!!! I hear nothing except the whining, whistling wind and the ghostly moans of the past residents of Epic Citadel. I am afraid, a fearsome chill trickles down my spine. I must run away. But wait - what's that sound? But the roar of a firebreathing dragon, as fierce as 1000,000,000 lions in the distance. I must go and I must never come back.
As I walk down this dark and dingy alleyway through this mysterious town I see old ripped stained and moth eaten rags and clothes hanging up high on a long string line that looks like it could snap at any moment!. The local pub the sword and shield sign is rotting and creaky wafting in the wind. I wouldn’t trust anybody down here. The people are probably pickpocket’s killers and thief’s. The market stalls full of disgusting rotten battered bruised fruit. The roofs of the stalls damp and dirty. Some of the roofs of the houses have tiles missing and Ivy sprawling all over. It is really spooky lit by Victorian lamps I feel scared and not alone. Any body could jump out and steal my belongings. Up ahead I can see stony bricks.It maybe the castle!
When I start walking up this fascinating street the first thing that catches my eye is the old Tudor like pub ‘The sword and Shield ‘. The scariness about it is the sign creaking from side to side as the wind blows. I can’t see anyone in the dark mysterious pub; I am not surprised it has an eerie feeling to it. I also see the old rotting fruit stand with fruit bumped and bruised. I walk over to the fruit stand I feel water on my head; I look up to see were its coming from. I see it is coming from the canvas roof of the fruit stand.
Here's the introduction to a tale created by Tim Rylands. Watch part one, then listen to part two.
Begin to think about how you would be able to continue telling the tale. Look around the Citadel for ideas and suggestions. What can you see tucked away in corners that could be included in your own stories?