(SKT)Inspired by a Celine Dion song (No one has guessed which one yet!). New edit to make it easier to tell who says what. :) Thanks Tusenord for pointing that out.
This is a story that has a really bad title. I just finished revising it so any LoP words used are defined. I actually made up the Language of Power(really corny name, I know) one boring day at school with my friends. This story is to all my dear mims and trooms waaay out there in Cenimo but mostly to one friend in particular. She is the co-founder of the LoP and she has a picture or two in my art gallery. Lov ya Becka Bex!
Behold! My 400th Comment Prize for the goodly Ms. Chaos, who has an unfathomable liking for Schiri: a -second- look into my pet Dark Elf's thoroughly nasty mind! (The first is in Chapter 8 of 'Soulfire Seeking', for those who don't know, or those who'd like to avoid it after reading this.) This scene is fairly self-contained (I hope!), but I'll give you a rough background - it's set at the beginning of my second book, 'Soulfire Summoning', and depicts a scene from the book that is actually shown from -Nuan's- perspective. I just thought I'd give Schiri the floor for this one. Yeah, it was a dumb idea. He really is pretty nasty, isn't he? Anyway ... here it is! Hope you like it, Erin! :D (Oh, and a couple of translations ... 'felivrin' is Dark Elven for 'damned/accursed', and 'Aylgrir' is the Northern name for Schiri, meaning - astonishingly enough - 'Grey-eyes'!)
The second chapter in it the four begin to formulate a plan and Diana meets the imprisoned prince. This is the last chapter I will post here. If anyone is interested in reading the rest just e-mail me at email@example.com
Azriel grew up in a world where people walked, ate, and breathed phones. Once one of her friends committed suicide, she can not help but want to rip the 'head-phone' out of the side of her face after realizing that the world has turned into speechless zombies, all text messaging each other instead of speaking. All her life, ads and voices echoed in her head, and she will do anything to stop it. -- This short story was inspired by the verizon wireless commericials and written during math as I watched two girls text messaging each other.
This is the first installment in my 3 part short story collection. It's about three young people you have powers that correspond to the three essences of life: The mind, Body, and Soul. If you haven't noticed, the boy in it is the embodiment of the Mind. I'm still not quite sure what to call him, or the girl from my second installment....thanx!
Part five in the story about Dhamon, a misguided youth, running from his past, and setting his future on fire :)
The house was quiet at midnight. I could find nothing else better to do than to listen to my boyfriend breathe on the phone. I tip-toed up to my room and stuffed my head under some blankets to drown out my voice when I talked. He was busy watching TV, and I hated being ignored. So I rambled on these simple words and decided to write them down. I thanked him after being so quiet.
This is the first part to a novel im beginning to write. Hopefully putting it up here will motivate me to write the rest of it. All I want to say is things are not always as they seem
Nighthawk... is sorta me and sorta not, but she's so darn fun to torment! I hope this isn't too graphic, but there's no bad language, just some scenes of torture/bondage. Setting: Earth, Washington, Seattle Era: Modern Background: Nighthawk's been captured by a group acting on someone else's payroll. They've been commissioned to deliver her broken and ready to be rebuilt- in whose image? BTW, since this jumps in mid-story, Nighthawk is a mixed clone, part human, part cat, snake and bat. She's also a bit mentally unstable and has no official gender.
Jude wakes to find himself imprisoned in Cyarus near the desert of Lirshon. Much bloodshed! ^^ Songs: Cake: Arco Arena. Muse: Stockholm Syndrome. Whee. 'Sret' is a swearword, like 'damn', which I made up so Jude could swear without upsetting mods...
A lonely, deserty feel is what I was trying to capture in this one.
A key that brings you your greatest desires... a realm unable to imagine. A story that I actually scribbled ideas down before writing. It stars one of my favourite chars... Ivory. Sarcastic and clumsy when doing mundane things... not the perfect heroine. She'd rather run then fight. This one, I have a semi-ending to. I think.
This is the first part of a story that happens after Faery is destroyed. The main character is a daffo, which is like a satyr... look it up if you're confused. Anyway,