Polsar is an elf caught in the midst of a trap of murder since he was young. Adriana is an outspoken, young woman who is trying to escape an arranged marriage to a Prince she does not love. When the two meet a series of events happen that change their lives forever. In this story of love, destruction, revenge, and hope there are surprises at every turn.
Amid a political and military crisis within the elven Republic, a female soldier finds herself torn between her duty to her people and her own ideals.
The destruction of the dwarven hold of Stonehaven at the hands of bloodthirsty orcs is one of the most moving in all of dwarven history, and its chronicle, 'The Siege of Stonehaven', one of the most moving in all dwarven literature. I challenge you to read it and not be affected.
Here we are. The final installment. It's been fun reading with you, and I hope you've had a wonderful time reading my story. If you haven't, I fail to see what you're doing at the end of my story. KIND OF DEFEATS THE PURPOSE OF DISLIKING SOMETHING IF YOU READ IT. God, I need sleep.
My epic. So to speak. A long poem that actually has a plot, and my favorite completed work. Some people seem to find it odd that I have it memorized. The tune is a slightly mangled version of 'Hush, Little Baby.' After I wrote it, it seemed to have a bit of an environmental theme. Now and again, I try to think how I could make the rhythm a little smoother.
A story written for my Senior English class. It's a little snapshot of the life of Allena Dartin, the main character in the Hunt for the Arcea Stone series.
Short Story ~ Completed: A disturbing story really. Don't know why it came to me... I was in a perfectly good mood. Still am in fact.
In which there is much death and destruction, as well as burning! Read on...
Jared flees to the mountains after killing the Baron's men.
This story is my contribution to James K. Bower's project no 7. It is constructed around his 'seed' story, which is the first sequence with Dannel and Lirra, up the the point where it trails off in a maybe.It was an interesting excercise to pick up the thread from a random story fragment, and this is what I made of it. The story is about, well, what makes a human humam, I suppose. About a possible end of humanity, a possible beginning, destruction and creation... Just read and find out.
The Grand Finale, the Great Climax: After the terrible disaster has struck, and all his plans have shown their ultimate consequences, Murkha makes a final gambit to save himself, his world and his companion. But will the desperate plans of a single over-proud magician be enough to stop the incarnation of the Nameless? And even worse: What will happen if he should succeed? EDIT: I have been informed that the small line included in a magical formula needs to be translated. It's in Sylvan (self-made lingo), and reads roughly like this: 'We give pattern to they who have no pattern. I dance sorcery on them and upon their life' More or less. For more info on Sylvan, don't hesitate to ask.
This is from my story Elements of Magic. It is not simply some poem but a warning, written after the near destruction of the winged people called hawkfolk. It happened at night while the hawkfolk slept in their sky city, and very few escaped. The beast was never seen, and so was never given a name. the story is fantasy but the poem is rather dark, so I judged it as being something for horror.
Dael finds that all is not right after his 17th birthday. The girl in white reveals herself to him once again and explains what he must do to save his town from total destruction. also, a might be 'villan' is revealed
A prologue (hence the title Perisis: Prologue. Anyway...) for a story that I gave up on ages ago and re-found when looking for something- anything- to put up.