thesestormynights

Hopefully this isn't too confusing. It's my first time writing in this genre and style, so I hope that I wrote consistently. :s Chapter One: Potatoes and Gravy James bumps into me and I stumble, almost knocking over the bowl of gravy I’d been stirring. “‘Sorry, Winter,” he mumbles. I shake my head. “S’alright.” He’s thirteen, the youngest you can be to work on the Mutiny. The kid goes back to work, peeling potatoes. “Oi! Winter! You almost finished with that?” I add another pinch of flour, thickening the gravy, and give it a final flick with my whisk. “Here ya go, Garnett.&#8

Hi! I'm writing a book, and I'm thinking of posting each new chapter here. The title is "Feathers" and the genre is steampunk fiction. I haven't planned the whole thing out yet, but this is the description.In a world without birds, Winter Blackthorn finds what she thinks is the last feather. But what if there are more? A white feather. A terrifying dream. A mysterious stranger. Fifteen-year-old Winter Blackthorn is the sous-chef on board the Mutiny, a cargo airship. There’s nothing special about the Mutiny – like all cargo ships, it brings goods from one place to another. There’s also not much special about Winter –