Ok, this story is all about the bad guys - or mostly anyway - so it gets pretty weird, or perhaps unpleasant is a better word, at times. But I'm no lunatic or anything, just wanted to clear that out from the beginning. Have fun
Well, it's been a while and I've been writing another story. A fanfic, at that. ( http://www.fanfiction.net/u/393950/) But I said to my self, I will finish this story before that. Anyway, things are coming to a head, there is much death, I realized I love really bloody and giant battles where main characters die. I have a really busy semester and I can't seem to work unless I'm mostly busy, so we'll see. Sorry I'm such a slacker updater. Heh. Ok- on to the story! Update: Realized that I had Daven confused with Zara which was ultimately confusing me, so fixed that and some spelling/grammar issues.
The Red Sun order its Scarlet Knights are the major force on the isle of Leihalcyone. Though they were once mercenaries, hired to help the islanders stave off the Armies from the mainland in exchange for land, they took Leihalcyone into its golden age, and ushered in a time of peace. Only one thing mars the Utopia, the presence of the Renegades, and the Vontulva. Defectors of the Red Sun Order, who threaten to bring war to Leihalcyone once more...
The very first thing I ever wrote on For King and Country. Opening scene showing the bad guys, and their nefarious plotting ; ) I've read and corrected this chapter so many times, I can't see the errors/weak points any more, so constructive help on that will be much appreciated.
I wrote this a few years ago and then found it again. And then I edited it from here to kingdom come and back. It's more kiddie sounding, but I wrote it for a friend who was sad, and for a whole week this was the only thing that would make her laugh. But that's what I wrote it for, was to be a funnie lil thing that makes people smile. Hope it makes you!!!!
One morning I wokeup to Suzan Vaga's Luka and formulated this. Again a 'not-nice' poem.
The first part of my first real success in science fiction, and for that matter, my first true story with a beginning, middle, and end (that exceeded ten pages). This is also the second writing of this one, and is far superior to the first (which was on lined paper)
This one is the almighty, long-awaited sequel to the Fall of Asmodius! Mostly long-awaited because I was too lazy to post it, but... =O This one is a good story, though, and it sorta leads up to 'Talon's Legacy - Prologue', and with 'Fall of Asmodius', it tells the highlights of the Talon story, with the exception of his final fall at the Battle of Vortex Gate. Enjoy this mighty tale!
Ok... so this is a poem I've started writing in June but then got too lazy to finish it :) Today, I've written about 3/5 of it and I'm completly drained: my brain is all jelly and my eyes hurt a lot for spending so much time in front of the computer. I can't understand why it takes me so much time to write something... Anyway... I still think this can improve so if you have any comments to make about that, they'll be welcome :) Oh and I was forgetting... I've used a french expression 'à la vie, à la mort' somewhere because I think there is no english way to say that and moreover, it does rhyme (well... somewhat... :) ) Ok so it means he's not going to give up, he'll fight for it 'till death
The fourth story of Ember. I would call this story questionable as to its content. However, it's much more mild than it could have been. The events in this story was never originally intended to be part of Ember's character background, but.. I got a little carried away while I was roleplaying her and so it became welded into her history. (As usual, read the previous stories before this one.) The sudden change of viewpoint might throw you for a loop, but hang on and you'll find it much more compelling than the previous ones.
After the destruction of her village Em manages to escape but has she plunged herself into worse danger than before?
When I collected my poems recently to put them online I was inspired to write one again. Mainly just for the fun of rhyme and rhythm. And I noticed that I recently have missed the darkness in my thoughts ...
A young woman, living with her grandma soon discovers that life is not all it seams. And there is God and Satian
another little poem... written when i was pretty angry at a friend of mine....but then it took on a life of its own... yeah or sumthin
I've always wanted to defend some of the more misunderstood 'bad guys' in the story world, Rumpelstiltskin in particular, so here is his story. The idea of writing it like a testimony was inspired by Akutagawa's 'Within a Grove'.
2 short poems I wrote when I was bored after a math test. As such, it isn't that good.
AKA Psychobabble, the story of complete and utter nonsense. I thought it might be interesting to see what would happen if i took all of the charectors, or more specifically, the 'bad guys' from my stories and put them all in a support group to 're-habilitate' themselves. It turned out... very interesting. And as a rather interesting note, the charector Ryker doesn't exist. Unfortunately, no one has bothered to inform hin of this, and he's kind of taken over. Ah well.