This is the submission version of Chapter 1 of Shining Full Clear. Thanks to many Elfwood readers who commented on the earlier version. This rewrite reflects many of your comments. The proposed cover is on display in Tracy Butler's art section here at Elfwood. Shining Full Clear is a serious anthropomorphic fantasy about a man who finds himself magically transported to a world populated by people in animal forms. With little more than his sword and the armor he has been given, he finds himself cast into the world as knight of the horse peoples unware of the destiny intended for him and the trials of body and mind that await. But dire events are already in motion and the fate of this worlds peoples now lie in the hands of a bewildered stranger.
This is the second chapter of the novel Shining Full Clear. The third editorial revision is nearly finished. This version incorporates many comments from the Elfwood community. Many thanks to all who made suggestions, both here and in private emails. Further comments are welcome and invited. The proposed cover is on display in Tracy Butler's art section here at Elfwood.
Just a story I created for a drama class monologue. Hope you like it.
Babard is an Gaurdian Angel. His human child has been taken away... what can he do?
This is another poem that I wrote. It doesn't deal with any main character and there's really no plot to it. But, it is strictly related to fantasy. It is an invitation to everyone to come and listen to stories of fantasy and to get lost in those stories.
Set in the distant past, in Central and South America. In a time of warring empires and tribes, a young woman is kidnapped from her village. She falls in love with her 'rescuer', the king of the empire she was kidnapped by. When the queen dies, the empire needs a new co-ruler. The young woman wants it to be her, not knowing what dangers will lie ahead. In the form of the king, or the conspirators against the king, her life is threatened, and she has to be stronger than ever before if she is to make it through alive...
Written as a means to explain some situations I encountered on vacation to myself. Moral of the story? Don't be afraid, because being afraid of everything makes you blind for the beauty of that which is already there. I've learned that lesson. The hard way - by going to France.
Perhaps some of you wonder how the title has anything to do with the story... Well, this was originally a project I did for a composition class in high school. We needed to write a story in the fashion of a noted artist. I chose the only well-known medieval age writer. I consider myself a dreamer. Thus, this is the story I told.
Azura Sun is a mainstream, non-furry science fiction novella that I wrote in high school over five years ago. It is my first completed work. I'm currently in the process of updating and revising the whole book.
I wrote this for school when we were supposed to do an essay on what our first and last name meant. But my teacher didn't like that it was a story, so, I got a C. *grumbles* -_-
This poem actually is part of a longer story I'm writing. I'm not going to get into it here, but the main character uses this poem in an ancient magic she invokes.
The introductio of Nosajs enemy and the purpose of his mission
I did this for my creative writing class last semester. It had to be a narrative story--no dialogue. Not my preferred style, since dialogue is one of my strengths, but I'm happy with how it turned out.
This poem was written all over the place; I wrote the first two verses in my bedroom, the next few stanzas on a computer at the library, a few more verses at home, another half-page on paper at the library, and the last four verses at home! I've always liked last stands, I don't know why - maybe the opportunity for heroism and a tear-jerking death. (Does that sound morbid, anyone?) Anyway, this is a sort of ballad, a tale the teller recites to coax drinks out of his listeners; in this case, however, there is something special about the teller.
Let the trials begin! Arcturus will finally begin his lessons under Kuriyami's guidance.
My greatest story yet, a young man sucked into a story of divine greed and demonic wrath upon his very soul.