I wrote this as a 9th grade english class assignment. Yes, I know the ending is kinda sketchy. Honestly, I don't know what happened to Evan. If anybody has any ideas for me, they would be very much appreciated.
This is a goblin love story. It is written for my fiance, because it's his fault really - he dared me, said that there couldn't be a goblin love story. Well here it is...
This is the first chapter of a novel which I have been writing for a long time, and have got quite a lot further with than I usually do. i can really see this one going somewhere, but i'd love to know what you think of it and whether or not you'd like me to post some more up.
the 2nd installment of what i hope is to be a long-continued tale...
Okay, I guess you have read enough to realize that I normally write about the character being lonely, but this poem is kinda from the other side, what it is like to be the dead one.
Hey everyone, thanks for all of your help with 'Rush', as promised, I'm making it longer, I really hope you enjoy these next few chapters. I don't have much planned, so please give me some comments on what you've read so far.
A poem of what goes through a dying warriors last thoughts. Don't be harsh on me, it's my first poem online.
This is my favorite story....so i won't give anything away~ (And the -kun used in the story is a honorific Japanese word)
Got bored one day started writing this is what came up pretty good or so I'm told...I'm alwase one to disbeleave
I used to go to vo-tech during high school, a career/technical/vocational school. I was taking nursing (which I ended up hating and dropping out of). I would eat lunch there, and me and my friend would usually sit at the same table everyday. One day while we're eating there was this guy--a big guy--who sat at the other end of our table and he pulled out a book. He was the thick-glassed dorky lookin' big guy type that looked a magnet for bullies. Note: that pretty much decribes me in girl form. Haha. He ended up eating at our table for many days straight on and he'd never move, just sat there reading for a solid half hour (we had long lunches at vo-tech). I never had the guts to ask him what he was reading. I was dying to know, because he was really into it. It was a paperback, a really thick one, and he was in the middle of it. Once when my friend was absent, he sat directly across from me. I found myself in a state of hysteria, I HAD to know. So I bent down low, peering under so I could read the cover. I couldn't make it out. The boy didn't see me, he was too preoccupied. I never made a move. I lost my chance that day because I never saw him again. At least not with the book. I wrote this poem based on that incident, thinking that I could drop it over the pages as I slipped by him and sign it as like a secret admirer type thing. But I never did. That's what happens when you never make a move. This is dedicated to my online buddy Azi-chan. I have a tradition of making a poem like this one every year for her and that thick glassed boy I never got to know. Originally written in 2002
Princess Fye grew frusterated with royalty and decided to visit Earth. After all, anything's better than having to listen to all those lectures, right? She soon finds that Earth is not as safe as she expected.
Falin has rescued Ana from Kalor's grasp, but is he only walking into a trap.
This is my main project. About the world in the 50th Centruary. In this future world magic, fairies, aliens, preternatural creatures, they all exist. The story follows Amber, the daughter of a fairy and human, and Cruor, a very powerful and very smart teenage sorcerer and how their lives dramatically change when they are forced together by 'chance'. It is a working progress and the whole of the story is not yet complete but parts one to three form the first 'section' of the story. If you find any bad mistakes or some things do not make sense then I will try to rectify them.
Walking through the rain one destined day, Ronin comes upon startling discoveries. Whispers in the wet streets of the mysterious city of Windrow brings a new meaning to 'Are you afraid of the dark?'
I don't know where this weird idea came from! I was trying to write something about society and stuff!
Amanda M. Howard told me that the best presents are not bought but made. I wrote this as a birthday preset for a very special lady.
Second story in the Gaelle Series, it's longer than the first one, but it goes more 'in depth', I think. We meet a new character.
Based on Pluto. Earth and Pluto are at war and new technology on Earth is set to destroy Pluto at 12pm that day. A boy contemplates this news.