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.
Daemon has finally found someone who can really help him but Daemon must gamble with a God. And he has absolutely no chance of winning this gamble. 3,785 words. 8 pages.
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
---This story is for Elfwood writer Che Franz Joseph Monro, who has been an excellent reader/critic, and is a fantastic writer in his own right--- I admit, I like Episode Three even though it's strange and not for the easily offended. However, there seems to be a lot in it saying 'this story sequence is doomed to imminent lameness after this installment.' It took me a long time to get back to this story, because a great number of things happening in my real life, like moving, getting eye muscle surgery for my son, getting into a couple minor auto accidents, and the holidays---and, of course, getting my Elfwood art gallery up. I'm glad I took a while coming back to this story, because this turned out way better (and way longer) than originally planned.Quick recap: Part One introduces the insanity and wins Mod's Choice despite a flawed story. Part Two focuses on adventure and some cheesy music. Part Three points out the strangeness of a certain religion, and winds up being bizarre (and gets the fewest 'hits') because I was willing to take risks. Part Four also takes risks. It doesn't take place on the border of Orcaporka on the planet Terradum, but at Santa's Village at the North Pole of our very own Earth. If you ever wondered what labor relations were like at the North Pole, here ya go. I believe this is the best one yet. I have scaled back the insane wackiness and taken a more mild, relaxed approach. Slimetrail the Imp has his moment of glory in this story. Brian Claus (the real brains behind Santa's Village) is unveiled in all his zitty, nerdy yet strangely cool glory. When you're done reading, please let me know if I should continue this story or not. I'd sooner discontinue it, rather than let it get staler and triter than your average made-for-TV 'Heartwarming Emotional Family Christmas Reunion Mushiness.' Or, as Neil Young sang so many years ago, 'It's better to burn out than it is to rust.'
Just so you have something to reference, this is incredibly rough. An inverted fairy tale I wrote for a children's literature class in my last semester at Huntingdon. Frankly, I would have loved to have gotten a little more dark, what with eating to become someone and the entire thumb thing, but that's how it goes.
Kale, a safe and happy but incorrigable guy is walking home when a ninja girl drops into his life and kills his date.
After being trapped for almost two weeks, Daemon, Hellion and Leon have a plan to escape. But at what cost? (Dun dun dun.) 3,587 words. 7 pages.
Daemon has wandered into a new city and instantly causes trouble. And then he meets a stranger that could change his life... 2,138 words. 5 pages.
A brief history of the multiverse as proposed by Ryan Cole.
Daemon has lived in peace in a perfect land... for long enough. A powerful being has entered this sacred land, forcing Daemon to flee back to reality. 2,244 words, 5 pages.
It was a time when men fought. They had no will over themselves. They fought because they were ordered. They had no meaning to their lives. One man stands proud. He is a man with no past, nor a future. He searches for a destiny in this troubled age, and some key to his past, alone. The prologue to a short story. This is one of my best, I think. Especially since I vaguely remember writing it. I just did it, looked it over and went, 'whoa.' 1,915 words, 4 pages.
Think of it as the lesser of two evils. Short and straight to the point. The quote at the end says it all. 676 words. Only 2 pages.
Daemon continues his search for the corrupted man he calls the Fallen Angel. 3,843 words. 8 pages.
Hm... this is more like a filler chapter. I don't really like it, so expect it to be rewritten in the future. I've already rewritten it once... 2,684 words. 6 pages.
Chapter 4 of 5 of the Dragonsong' epic poem. You'll all be left hanging until this ticket goes through: only 5 written pieces per ticket, and this is number 5. AKA: To be continued...
Thank God I finally managed to finish this bugger. School and writer's block are an EVILE (yes, evile = evil + vile) combination to the writer's poor affected head. It would also explain the lack of real quality of the last installment. Oh well. It was still pretty fun to write. Enjoy.
Transitive Norton's guide to hunting the wild margrawn, a beast from the inner Ravelwoods