This story was written for a friend for his English class. Shh! Don't tell! It was inspired by the musical CATS and the song Memory
A satirical essay. It comments the everyday life of people in the ancient twenty-first century. I'm so sorry for the spelling errors: I accidently sent in my rough copy instead of my revised copy. I hope it doesn't detract to much from the mood. Dare I say 'comments welcome'?
My contribution to Herscher Project 19 (a very last minute affair for me, I joined tHP about a week before the project deadline). This one proved to be a challenge. The pictures I were given by our fearless leader, Jim Bowers, were much darker than I cared to write about. I gave my character an interesting sense of humour in order to lighten the mood. Special thanks to Malin M. Larsson of tHP for a wonderful title (my original really stank)!
This is the first chapter of my story. I won't deal a lot with magic until about the third chapter so please be patient. I'll try to get the next two chapters up in the next couple of weeks. For the dictionary for this story go to: http://demo4amodiasart.bravehost.com/dictionary.html
Umm... ya this is just the preface for the story I'm writing. Hopefully more will be up soon.
High on a hill somewhere in mythical Greece, stands a lifeless old tree. Somehow its form seems to contain the image of an old woman. Passing below its leafless limbs is a well-worn pathway. A rounded stone seat fits into the spreading roots, and a dried-up water pool shares space with the stone. Was she enchanted? What enchanter has changed these forms? A fellow Lothlorien artist has illustrated this poem with one of her drawings. Please visit Joumana's gallery to view her wonderful rendition! http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/lothlorien/artists/joumana/joumana.html
Not so much a story but the first installment to my world. And I know there will be some of you that conflict to what I've written, but remember.. it's 'my' world.
More of an opening.. pretty much setting up characters...
Raiven thinks she has the worst luck ever. This story begins with the 'finding of a dragon' ceremony in which she has no desire to be a part of at first. this story sets the pace for the next ones i will throw out. (if you like it)
What would you wish for? What would you get? Be careful.... Project 11 for the Hersher Group. Thanks again Jim!
Ok...this is an A-level English project. The task was to create a radio script, on any subject. I was stuck for ideas, and then I thought, what if they had radio in prehistoric times....
Now this chapter was not part of Cidren's findings, thus there are no notes at the bottom. Your thoughts?
Paladins fascinate me, they always have. I have a couple of stories (not uploaded, and one about the start of this paladin's career) about them but this is a brand new one. I'm not too happy with it as it stands, and it seems to be wanting to become a much longer story than it is.
An ancient dragon awakens from a deep slumber to the realisation that he is coming to the end of his life.
This is a rather intense portion of the novel I'm writing called NeeK - The New Age. This scene is around the end of the book and is part of the climax. I've shown parts of the story to my friends and they all love it, so I decided to put this part on Elfwood to see what other people think. I'm never going to upload a whole chapter incase someone decides to yoink it... so don't ask. =P
A bizarre dream, or may be too much Angela Carter. 21/11/10I'm writing an explanation, because the story could be interpreted as say...'dark lesbian fetishism'... :) as a friend said. It's pretty simple, the wolf represents nature, protectoress and predator rolled into one, and one's body running headlong into an inevitable maturity, the passage is violent and frightening, be it puberty or childbirth (or a psychological wake up call). The forest represents Rh'nini's primal connection to nature, the body she has to live in, the frightening path she has to follow. The clean white clothes and prissy company hopefully put across the fact that her maturity occurs well within societal walls, but is to remain hidden behind that clean white dress.
The bgeinning of a piece of mine that I managed to salvage from my old computer before the hard drive went self-destruct. i'm working on it as we speak.. type.. read.. :P
This is one of the stories i wrote in 'advanced' short story last year at school. It isent my best, but with the prompt i was given, i did what i could. The prompt, by the way, was the first sentence. Hope you like this one. This is acculy the second ending, when i wrote it before i dident like the end, so i changed it.....but i am not totally happy with it either. I'd like feedback on the structure and ending espically.